| My Cry |
| With my eyes staring at the ceiling, I lay thinking of what my future will bring. My heart starts beating so much faster, While I devour those thoughts with hunger. I see my friends finding love, But not me, I remain a lonely white dove. I can feel my heart shatter into pieces, And my cheeks streaming with silver tears. They have someone to kiss and hug. But why, why do I still find myself diheartened? With my eyes staring at the ceiling, I lay thinking of what my future will bring. Off in a distance I dream of affection, Of a man's love and devotion. I'm such a dreamer of desire, Of the love I was never privileged to acquire. My soul can only cry for what othes have. But there are not enough tears in the universe to grant, My broken-down soul relief of this torment, That I dwell through every minute and second. Written By: Simona |
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