In brighter days filled with joy,
and careless reverie,
I possessed a pump divine
full of loving and giving.
As years went on, the search to share
the love and joy combined,
encountered false and bitter hearts,
No love yet, to call mine.
Each encounter left a mark,
a scar and bitter taste,
opening to risk again
only to retreat in painful haste.
To find that mutual feeling,
yet again- does not exist
the Confidence and belief
took the brunt of the hit.
The years spent unnourished;
Uncherished; and alone,
The desire to be held and loved;
A dream now Long gone.
The dry and biting winds of time,
and the endless lonely tears,
the result: severe erosion,
and a demise so very near.
So now the days are marking,
the crumbling and decay,
and soon the winds of time
will scatter to oblivion
the dust that was my heart.
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