• whimsicalwaffle 16w

    Rust

    Out of practice,
    Unable to love anymore.
    Because of experiences
    Or a lack of someone to adore.

    Hearts of mothers
    Sit next to broken hearts of lovers
    And of those
    Who wish to love someone, someday
    But don't love themselves enough yet.

    We've gone out of practice,
    Replaced love with pretense.
    Veiling rusting hearts
    With layers of deceit
    To protect
    Something that has forgotten how to love.
    ©whimsicalwaffle