Lonely Heart
The song is always the same. This empty fill
The desire to give it all up just for a real smile
The sky loses its color the stars don't shine in the milky voice
The heart becomes the ace of beats of silence….which gets worse
To the point of freezing, hell turns to freeze
The demon cries the wolves howl on the lonely mountain at sunset
Funeral symphony of a monotonous day that stinks of loneliness
Of a being in search of self in an infinity of multitude
Love makes tears flow but warms the blood
Loneliness prolongs fear and suffering over time
Where alcohol can't heal this wound that gets infected with every desire
Better to die but life is even sweeter to live despite the worst
lonely heart despise trample
lonely heart despise trample
Where the sun could never defeat this darkness
Who eats the soul from within…… Funeral
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Jean Bernard Dessources
I have a 4 year old daughter . I use writing to bring out everything that hurts me . All my texts are part of what I'm going through:my loneliness doubts fears broken heart . Please read and encourage me by leaving your comments.
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I love this poem, thank you for sharing.