Heart Forsaken
Can’t find what wont be found
Can’t stop that groaning sound
The answers are not easy to receive
Some answers don’t want to be believed
Crying that last lonely tear
Crying like I have been all year
I face myself across the table
I would be looking at myself if I were able
Don’t want to swallow the disappointment
Don’t want to focus on my confinement
So I back away and leave him there
My unwanted needs looking small in the chair
There he will sit till heaven takes him
There he will sit like my heart, forsaken
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