I hear the songs, the ones sung by
Lovers to their "soul" to their
"one and only",
The sweet song straight from the heart
I read the poems,
The poems that describe a feeling I
Can only dream to have
The poems that paint images of
Someone I won't dare hope exists
I see their love
The love that blooms all through winter
That thaws the bitter cold within
Thaws the cold within me,
While I burning with envy
Only sit and stare
I sing my song alone- a
Mournful tune to my own ears,
Write the poems of solitude and silence,
Empty and devoid of anything resembling that of
Their love.
As for me... There is
Nothing to see but the loneliness that
Lies within, the empty space that
Could hold so much love lies
Hollow, echoes of long lost hope
Resonate off dusty walls.
Everybody has their somebody.
Why us it that my somebody is nobody but
me?
©simmyone
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