Tears of Blood
Bloody and broken,
Her life is like a fake token.
Useless and unwanted,
Her heart is a pot of dirt, without a seed planted.
Dehydrated and dying,
Her mind is going crazy, while her body is lying.
Faithful and fortunate,
His life is like a gold plate.
Polished and precious,
His heart has no need to be suspicious.
Thoughtful and thriving,
His mind is auto-driving.
Unlikely and unfathomable,
They find each others lives so desirable.
Young and yearning,
Their hearts are turning.
The Second and the Stud,
Both cry Tears of Blood.
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