Loner of the Heart
Sheets of multi-plasmic color
Whirl through caresses and squeals…
For once I held so tightly on…
And marveled at my heart’s reels…
Trusted, gullible, innocent loss…
For once I had been as such
And still I long for regret
And still it never comes.
Guesswork of conclusions unvaried…
Unorganized in disorderly depressive states
Treasured was the colors and light
But all dreams and hopes feel, now, in vain…
Gathered necessity versus cravings of souls-
Holding you tight within my heart’s walls
And crying your name, professing my love, believing in you…
That was the true st dream of all.
No more hate…No more pain…no more yearning for eternal slumber
But all false words are said in hoped vain,
For I feel that emotion that destroys so many…
And I will not join the numbers.
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