Ache
For about a million mile time
this heart that ache
A broken some year back
Enemy men
flirty women
would tease and ridicule
and call me some rude
to get this egg to finally crack
The pain of being lonely boy
sitting on the grass
writing his rhyme between sadness joy
Mother still coddled
I never took from the whiskey bottle
Reeling with a bump
too bit of a pokey to actually run,high and jump
laughter was their pain
to inflict as such and cause forever misery
Being alone is that ache in me
honest to God if he will set me free
good luck of life I had never really seen
to say goodbye and begin to go blind now
it will always be a cursed foe
no matter where or how I will go
Copyright © Michael Rogers | Year Posted 2006
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