Angel of February 2022.
I have no poetry in my soul,
and no sugar in my bowl.
Like this, Im not satisfied.
I have no lover anymore,
no one to pick me up, off the floor.
All the tears Iv already cried.
So its time to move along,
Iv got to keep on being strong.
Broken but not petrified.
When the troubles have all passed,
and clear skies are back at last.
Then I can say; love hasn't died.
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