by Thomas Penna

Created on: May 28, 2010

Alone my wild heart aches

a reflect of the mirror

bitter smells and unsavory tastes

I am still waiting right here

Amongst the used and hurt

close my eyes to see you

lost and though you were the first

my heart aches riddle true

Maybe in another life

I have locked this old heart's door

tired from all the strife

my heart aches evermore

I've heard men should never cry

it makes them look unkempt

even when his lover dies

a lover's despair ascends

It gets cold in bed at night

and I miss you ever so

you were what brought in the light

why did you had to go

you have shined so bright

I am dark and frigid

my heartaches tonight

another day I'm rigid

I brush my teeth

and comb my hair

time clicks and beats

alone with despair

I'll have to wait

for the end of the story

and await my fate

here in purgatory

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