Cry of the Lonely Heart
I'm the kid staring into the shop window
Without a penny to spend
I am the hopeless cursed romantic
Without any roses or valentines to send
I'm the life and soul of the party
But feels rejection like daggers to the heart
The one who no longer dares to dream
Because they always fall apart
I am the child without no playmates
The frightened kitten kicked out into the snow
The dweller lost in limbo
In dark places that I only know
My life is a lonely uncharted island
Barron of life where nothing grows.
The days go by in a flash
Another day wasted my hopes dashed
A prisoner by fate
Thrown head first through hells gate
A thousand cuts to my heart
My confidence at an all time low
My sanity tormented and ripped apart.
A shadow of my former self
A dusty old book no one wants to read
Left upon the shelf
Someone who desired love
But is resigned to little more than lust
That I disgust
I'm the man crawling dying of thirst in the parched desert sun
I sure know what pain and hurt is
But I've yet to discover life and fun.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. June.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015
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