His feeling
of loneliness
seems to kill him
seems to
kill him
He yearns
For the
romantic contact
of a lover
And her
caring kiss
He wants
to hold her
in his arms
To play
with her hair
While laying
in the sunlight
To stroke
her cheek
And when she
looks up
Taste her lips
with his
His heart
has been broken
and
glued back together
Like a vase
that has
been broken repeatedly
When he sees
couples holding hands
it makes
him sick
He wishes
he has that
But loneliness
is his
only companion
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