Tired of Being Lonely
The heart of me is not important to the vision of the
Happiness is my mcguffin, nothing but a plot starter
Quickly, sorrow sweeps me off my feet
Back on the ground where I started
I weep uncontrollably and still no one cares
The heart of me is not important to the vision of the
Today is a mirror image of yesterday's pain
Love will never find my person in this society
Psychologically destroyed, a heaping mess
The heart of me is not important to the vision of the
Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2017
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