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Loneliness is a graveyard, haunted by old ghosts,
empty memories, and unfulfilled dreams:
where hearts endure
a constant pain.
Tomorrows are getting fewer than yesterdays,
now it seems I'm cursed to spend life alone.
In my youth I'd fantasize about love,
and can't convey how it feels, to feel unwanted.
I want to love, and to be loved,
isn’t that what life’s all about?
Paper thin smiles,
shadow sad tears.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019