Loneliness

Loneliness

Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough

For widows and their masculine counterparts.

Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

No arms left now, that never will rebuff.

No eager lips which whispering love impart

Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough

People say, of course, the going’s rough

The coming’s gone and nothing shall gestate

Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

Never more to share cartoons and laughs.

Never more to be a chosen mate

Loneliness, the word’s not wrong enough.

Did we know the heart of what we had?

Did we learn the art of love. of fate?

Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

You have gone and closed now is the gate

In a Ball I dance with love and hate

Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough!

Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

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