JordanLee Blower - Heart

Wilted, cold and poor little
heart
Where is your mum and your dad?
My wilted but gentle, poor little
heart
Look for the love you have,
Not had.

I don't think we notice.
The sun has just set.
And now we're stood in the cold.
Jet black
heart
and silk white suits.
Death is on the agenda.

Wilted, cold and poor smothered
heart
Now who's gonna stop the rain?
Budding and broken, my poor little
heart
Who's left to plant you again?

JordanLee Blower

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