02| 𝔧 𝔬 𝔶
my heart's been toiled
turned inside out, spoilt
sprayed with gold
then covered in poison
left to mould
in the finger biting cold.and here it lay
praying to the lord
for a day
where joy outweighs
the heaviness that haunts
the mind throughout the day.give the heart a breath of fresh air
straight from heaven
in the hopes that it'll continue to beat
till 'morrow's sunrise.
YOU ARE READING
preach.
عشوائيa tiresome life turned the sour taste in her mouth to the familiar flavour of death.