Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.Tears from my heart I cry,
left out here alone to die.Tears I cry from the soul,
wishing my heart was once again whole.Tasting the tears,
trying to wipe away the fears.Wondering if I will ever be able to hold the one I love,
wondering if someone will help me from above.I can't take this anymore, you've won,
Tears run down my cheek, as I hold this gun.
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry