No wound like that of lonely love,
A wound that can't be heard,
But drains the heart of all it's blood,
Without saying a word,
A hurt, a life of Loneliness,
Without your Love, your nihil,
You know you're suffering everyday,
And that you always, will.
But drains the heart of all it's blood, Without saying a word, is very nice.liked it.
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Beautiful, simple and effective.