A barren womb; an arid breast
Would scarce know the agony
Of a robbed womb : a bleeding breast
A heavy heart, a mask of mahogany
I may wheel my cart of anguish,
At least a cart I have to wheel
A heart of stone, shame from the past
What do you have to reveal?
Cos' its better to have loved and lost
Than never love at all
I may carry my anguish with me
While all you carry is gall
_ Response to a person who accused me of being sad...and therefore pulling her down :)
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