Heart like a Stone
They’ll be no sweet Valentine,
No candy,
No body that will be mine,
No gentle hand to caress,
No lady
To share any tenderness.
I know they’ll be no one there,
It’s the same,
I grown used to lack of care,
Coldness of being lonely,
And it’s pain,
I’ve given up on happy.

No beats, my heart like a stone.

Gloom
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