Challenge
Alone
"Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym." (Stephen King) Prose or poetry.
Who are you waiting for?
Who are you waiting for?
O my heart, and why?
Silence is forever,
Loneliness is nigh.
Nobody cares for you...
Or for me
Then why do we cry?
Why do you dream of nights past?
Why do I make the memories last?
Be it a bed of roses...
Or of thorns
Our fate is to yield and sleep.
Let go of ties that bind us
And leave the liaisons behind us.
Your happiness, my heart,
Has always been
A cause for me to weep.
Who can you call your own truly?
To Who can I relate dearly?
There's no one to share this agony.
So, who are you waiting for?
O my heart, and why?
Silence is forever
Loneliness is nigh.