Sworn off loveA Poem by Dream Weaver
Overwhelmed distressed exposing my cynical heart, splintered dreams a la carte.
Yes I'm swearing off love for the very last time, “you can kiss my a*s” a victimless crime.
Emotionally frozen a dilapidated will, each day that passes I resemble road kill.
Do we all not struggle with bouts of depression, as well as abusing our own transgression?
Solitude is such a bitter pill to swallow, when you're half of a whole, that becomes completely hollow.
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