Drop your tears upon my soul Sneak in from where you find the hole Love that resided once in here Turned into dry ash mixing in air It needs some water of your eyes Drip it and a little reprise. Collect its remains in a bowl Treat it well withlovepest control Love that resided once in here Turned into litter polluting prayers It is exposed, spreading cries Cleanse it all until it dies.
Exposed Emotions 
wow, this was fantastic!
Thank you 😀
Wow. Reminded me of this phase of my life.
You are very good with words.
I think everyone feels polluted this way at least once in their lives. Thank you for connecting with me.
Have a good day!
Well well well, mister. You did it again, huh? This is good. Raw and sad. Just how i like it.
Thanks dear! xoxo 😀
pest control – what a great metaphor – I agree with Chatty – very raw:) xx
Thank you Kim 🙂