Garbage

I had once a war for sale,
A war with flowers
And a war with you,
But all my dreams have gone so stale,
Since I was left here without you.
And now I’m weak,
And frail,
And stupid,
Since I was shot by the Cupid,
And now all that’s left of me
Is just heartache, misery.
Everything is broken verse
In this stupid universe.
All that’s left behind is this:
Garbage with a hint of bliss.

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