Blue Hearted Women

Blue hearted women

Traced to the core

Drew it on her shoulder

When she was only four

Walking the streets she asks for forgiveness

She has no hope

She has no witness

Her story follows her like a ghost with no bones

She asks for barely anything

Her eyes an empty home

Blue hearted women

So put out into the cold

Drew it on her shoulder when she was only four

The End

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