~The Lonely Vocalist~
he sang for himself , not for others to hear
to button out the rue , he could no longer bear
he was lonesome , with nobody to fear
felt better , with his insides much clear
he sang ideating her , his only dear
no matter if now , it is a dream mere ..
he sang for himself, n for his only friend
for whom he waited , every rule to bend
was perfect for him , the rightmost blend
made only 1 mistake , one he couldnt fend
one that ruined them , one he could never mend
heard time would heal , the trauma didnt end
so he sings , not for others to commend
but in hope , one day his feels would be send ..
27 aug 07
5 30 pm