No Storybook Ending for the Likes of You, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

My heart is blank as the snow that covers your grave  
Tears of hopelessness stain this perfect land of white  
 shadows 
Desperately searching for what my heart craves 
Staring lost out of our stained windows 
The death of innocents ruptures my soul
To few were our days of peaceful dreams
How do I make my life whole?
The pain is scared so deep that it still screams   
Standing here I wait for you 
This pointless wish the one day you'll come back to me 
The sign on your door speaks so true 
Tearing me to pieces with nowhere left to flee 
On my knees begging the night sky 
To answer my questions of heartache..  why?
Posted: 2005-11-02 04:28:22 UTC

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2005-10-11 18:18:55Don't build lies on ice cubes.
I love the title! Is that an odd comment? I really do though, your titles could be poems, they all seem so well chosen... the poems good too by the by!

2006-10-06 15:22:00lost the lonely dead
first line was well-worded its a good poem

2010-03-13 13:06:55Broken_angel[
wonderful!