to nothing, with nothing, nothing but shame

[colicolo]

one brisk night in summer i meet a stunning geologist
who deeply rocked my world to smile from frown
she had great intellect, ambition and a blue dress
enough ambition to leave this crazy cold town

with her wisdom and crisp glowing eyes
she gave me a smile and a muse within its glow
an encounter of luminance and beauty
from a cold lonely heart a great warmth did grow

and tonight again i'm near to tears
for I am tired and enraged with myself for coming home as an empty one
coming home to nothing, with nothing, nothing but shame to love
an ambigous bed with no comfort when the long days are done

dont shed any tears for me
i do not beg of any pity
it seems even as one of the better off
i simply struggle with alone in this big city

though time heals all bitter tired wounds
my impatient heart does begin to ponder
in times of youth and prosperity
for how long will a lonely heart wonder?

 

[lystra]

 

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I feel the extreme loss you feel through reading this.