Alone on a Wednesday afternoon
I tried to find a friend
but everyone had left me
so I sat by myself waiting
wishing that someone would call
no one again,
not a ring from anyone I confess, it’s degrading
So goes another fall,
just like I knew it would be
alone dreaming of the sea
or how it would be to glide to the moon
Swelled and left too soon;
when we reach our bitter ends
little is left of my plea.
Less crying will help start hearts equating,
I’ll do all I can to stall.
Life is all so small,
dreams descend
trivial time penned
love that never responds when its opportune
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