Plastic Emotions Poem by Moth Harris

It might be true this season, I found no loss or game
She left me without reason, and with no cost or gain.
Time doesn't tell what others still try to find
There are no roses, no sweet hearts, no stars that are mine
and that is fine, yes I think that is fine.
Still from time to time, I get lonely and intertwined
with thoughts made of sorrow and my own design.
Well we may not have much in common our hearts are all the same.
It might be true this season, I found no fortune or fame,
I just wish I had a pair of beautiful eyes, to stare at me,
I just pray that there was something for me to believe.