Loneliness
An admired thing to feel
Thought to be a virtue.
Like a mourning dove
Hear the bird sing
That dove relates to you.
Feelings fade like fog at dawn
But come with a crisis
That makes you have pain.
You feel as if there's no sun
And yet it still rises
Your tears fall down like rain.
You call out like a meadow lark
But no one seems to hear
That call is yours of sorrow.
Birds fly south for winter
Perhaps they are full of fear
But they know there's always tomorrow.
I hold onto my pride
And I hold onto my soul
To let you know I'm not afraid.
I care for myself and others
For that is my main role
To help myself with the emotional debt that must be paid.
Trust is something I barely have
And not afraid to take away
So people can't break my heart even more.
I used to be friendly to everyone
But it never does stay
Because one trust is broken like the ones before.
