The sleepless river beckons…
As, I watch from the sidelines
Her dark liaisons…
And, the scars of countless lovers
She stands bereft of the spotlight…
In the shadows…after an eternity
And, even in my arms…
She yearns to e free…
The lonely street lamps stand witness
To whispered secrets…behind the veil
To forgotten tears…
And, unknown streets
Adorned with the weight of time…
Practiced smile hiding the usual pain
Greeting the thousands waiting for her…she turns to me…
She has never been more lonely
2 comments:
She is so lonely in the crowd
Her devotees, many, she cares not
Her eyes, they seek one lonely mate
May you grant her what she deserves...
After a long time, I've loved the ending of your poem more than its inherent prose. Keep writing for her, let your maturity bloom...
But sometimes you find yourself when you are most lonely...
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