Seated looking out, its been my seat for years.
Rain drops roll down my window like tears,
I yearn for company, tears roll like rain.
Eager to lose this pain, loneliness preordained
but nearly unbearable. Is love uncomparable?
Perhaps. Is a broken heart every truly repairable?
Is it really better to love and lost? Questionable.
Answerable? Yes, when your no longer eligible.
With age comes wrinkles and loss of elegance;
Along with relevance. You diminish in negligence.
Forgotten when the one that remembers you passes.
Till death was the promise. Well one is ashes,
so what do I do now? I wait to be relinquished.
The fire in my heart has long been extinguished.
Call me a burn out, but I've never touch drugs.
Besides the one called love, addicted to her hugs.
They say that elders are wise, so why am I dumb?
Dumbfounded in the thought that love succumbs.
I must have been misquoted. Love lasts forever,
isn't that how the saying went? Whata endeavor,
Impossible to keep loving after its absent.
Soul is stagnant, displeasure runs rampant.
Grumpy old men are just love-sick bastards.
Relapsing harder then ever, dodging hazards.
Fighting death without knowing, mask by sadness.
On the brink of madness, floating on an axis.
So I'm perched like a bird on the window seal.
Like a mouse chasing unreachable cheese on a big wheel.
Heartbreaking loneliness, stuck in a living limbo.
These are the unknown tales of the angry widow.
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