Monday, September 17, 2012

Loneliness


I hear the train roar outside
Such a solitary thing.
I thought with freedom I could fly
Now I flap my broken wing.
My dream in life used to be
One of me alone.
No one there to bind me down
Where my wild seeds were sown.
I thought that I would be content
Just to live beneath the stars.
Now I sit alone in these four walls
And listen to the cars.
The life I dreamed up clearly changed
Since I first saw your eyes.
My sense of love has grown too deep
Since I first heard your cries.
My heart, it aches to be with you
As I lay here without your touch.
The night outside seems ominous
And the silence is too much.

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