The Cold Touch of Loneliness
Is like an everlasting pain,
That will never cease.
A pain from deep within.
All I ask is for someone to care.
All I need is someone to care.
Someone to be there,
For me when,
I really do need them.
I think I hear my heart,
It speaks to me as I write.
It is through this art,
The art of poetry, that I write,
Straight through the black of night.
My heart,
It is telling me something.
If I hear this right,
It is telling me how much I miss you.
If only you knew,
What I am going through.
During these long hours.
Thoughts of flowers,
Crushed by the blackness,
The hole in my heart,
Spreading through my conscience.
I feel there is no one.
No one who cares.
No one to care.
And worst of all,
It may now be true!
I am all alone, my life feels null.
No one knows
Just how I feel,
Through these rough times.
These long nights.
What I really need,
Is for you to be my friend.
I’ve shown you how much I care,
Now all I ask,
Is for you to be there,
When I need a friendly face,
To remind me of the beauty of the intricate lace,
Which forms the quilt of our relationship.
~*~Dave~*~
E-mail Dave: bioserr@corecomm.net
