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Love Is Dead And Makes No Sound
A Love lays dead upon the ground
B His heart has been ripped out yet again
A Pride rarely even makes a sound
A Love lays dead on the ground
A Faith is nowhere to be found
B Nowhere to be seen is love's young friend
A Love lays bleeding upon the ground
B His heart has been ripped out yet again.
B His heart has been ripped out yet again
A Pride rarely even makes a sound
A Love lays dead on the ground
A Faith is nowhere to be found
B Nowhere to be seen is love's young friend
A Love lays bleeding upon the ground
B His heart has been ripped out yet again.
Published 27th Dec 2020
Author's Note
Love is dead. Pride doesn't dare utter a sound and Faith is nowhere to be seen. It's a bad day for Love. First attempt at a trifold poem.
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