The longings of my soul
Leave me alone and growing old.
Tomorrow is a new day but one that will
Mimic every other one before.
Today no one hugged me or held me in their arms
and tonight the pillow
Will be wet with tears from my lonely soul.
I long to belong to someone and have someone to hold
And wish I was anyone else but me heaven knows.
My patience is wearing thin and mind swirls
Around without a dream.
The longings of my soul are like building blocks
In a new package that hasn't been opened yet.
If I build a world out of dreams
It's like a balloon that can burst at anytime
And all my wishes will vanish just like the moon.
By HELEN THOMPSON