Heart

February 23, 2016

Left alone in desprate need.

alone, patience is what I, my soul, feed.

no shelter or plant to seed.

staying solo is way too hard.

it feels like you're on a railroad without a cart.

pray my god, he's my only guard.

praying him to keep my heart.

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