Woe Is Me!

Lips that speak deceit, into hungry souls, with doom and gloom, and of times gone by till the mocking bird flies into a spiderweb of pasty white strings, that brings a bitter taste in my soul. Knowing that life goes on and on. My memories forbid my heart to ever love or be loved in return. Lessons that I have learned do cause my heart to spurn this mass called exsistence. I pity the soul that is born into this world of chaos and despair, no solace anywhere... The eternal clock ticks and tocks and bitterly mocks the empty, crying, agonizing voice of one lost soul who makes the wrong choice... and falls in love with three wrong men, never finding a kindred spirit, my life, to join within... Only Jesus can help my heart to heal the scars from past lovers, their anger with zeal tryimg to sabatoge and kill my innocent heart..at their will.