the lucky…

ten thousand fools…
those that never tried…
their hand at love…
heart broken…
soul discarded…

did you become hardened…
or…withered away…
from love…from love…
to not care…callused…
no-longer feel the effects…

and fear comes into play…
marred-by marriages that didn’t last…
long-term relations never bore fruit…
dogs and picket fences…dogs and picket fences…
you always said you’d be around…

ten thousand fools…
those that never tried…
their hand at love…
heart broken…
soul discarded…

giving an’ giving an’ giving an’ giving….
till it hurts…
the lips bleed from truth…
hands ache to be held…
midnight’s the loneliest hour…

reaching over in purple to find nothing…
just a silent television with pictures flashing…
clinging to blankets…
the wanting never stops…
for your touch…for your touch…

ten thousand fools…
those that never tried…
their hand at love…
heart broken…
soul discarded…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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