
Originally Posted by
BoxingGorilla
Just thought I would keep the thread going for the poets of the board.
So Lonesome and Cold
I no longer cry and I no longer worry,
I just sit here alone with nobody to hold.
Embracing the pain of the heartbroken and weary,
a life without love, so lonesome and cold.
As the sorrow sets in, my heart beats so slowly,
with no one to love it just wants to stand still.
A sadness so great, like a rose that is dying,
with dark misery, my soul it does fill.
Such a gloomy young man forlorn of affection,
Who wants nothing more than a soft hand to hold,
To battle the pain of the heartbroken and weary,
and bring joy to this life, so lonesome and cold.
Paul J. 01/15/01
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