The Time of rhymes,
Is past and gone,
Of joy and songs divine
Now sadness sets into my path,
...
I miss the very sound of Love,
The voice that spoke so tender of,
The looks of love, those never said,
As emptiness took place instead,
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I have no one to talk to,
Except myself,
That makes me terribly depressed,
For I am not my friend,
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The long silences of Love
Need not words
To speak their feelings
Of love tender and so sweet,
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Loneliness loves Company,
But doesn't have it,
A Computer, perhaps,
A talking, TV,
...
I have no one with whom to share,
My tears, my smiles, my everywhere,
My likes, dislikes, my doubts, my cares,
The few I know, they just don't care.
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Is someone waiting for you?
No one is waiting for me,
Not even the smallest daisy,
Nor the new born bird,
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Silence is a chamber,
Where no life can long exist,
Where only silent memories
Of gone happiness persist.
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Silence hurts,
In an invisible way,
It can't be cut out or eliminated,
It just stagnates,
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I miss you,
I must try to write my pain,
To see if I can alleviate,
Abbreviate this chain,
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