Decomposed love

I hold your hand in mine
Our fingers are tangled
It is because of your wicked mind
Our hearts will get mangled

I can’t have you near it
Nor carry your weight
I have to admit
Our love will turn into hate

I hold your hand in mine
To keep you close
To ensure my heart can’t pine
For something that already started to decompose

J.L.M. Haarman

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