It’s hard to say anything good
When autumn leaves fall all around
When clouds hide the sun of love
From a chord, from a sound
It’s hard to think anything well of you
With flakes of the grave in your shoes
When the thicket hides the hollows
All weeping with tomorrow’s news
When we should run like the horse
When we can sing an angelic song
Instead, we tear each other’s hair
Because time has got things wrong
It’s hard to say anything good
When hearts are chipped like stone
It’s hard to hope for any true love
When in this world you are alone
Mikes New Web 
Brilliant 🖤
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Thank you, but why the greyish-black heart, it worries me!
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You’re most welcome.
No need to worry about the heart. Just a visual representation of how I feel inside most of the time.
It might brighten up one day… 🖤
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I’m sorry, I hope you will. 💐
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