Solitaire
Bored out of my mind, with nothing to do
Except sit around here lonely, thinking of you
I feel pretty useless, when you're not around
I sit here pouting, like some sad-eyed hound
This poem I am writing seems pretty pathetic
For this aching I feel, you're my only anesthetic
When you're not here, I'm only a half of a whole
I need you with me, to heal this lonely soul
Copyright © Kimberly Roles | Year Posted 2005
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