Lonely Again.
Let me be clean,
and set on fire so I can be seen.
The reason I'm dirty
is this lack of rain that makes my soul murky.
And lonely I am, again.
Why did you blow up?
Blow up the air in my face?
My thoughts now figure in a closeup
and I'm still thinking of what can I replace.
Why did you shatter?
Why did you break?
Now nothing else matters
but to heal, for my heart's sake.
And lonely I am, again.
I gave you all,
and asked nothing back.
Why do you make me crawl,
and make my heart stay rack?
I feel open, dissected.
Why did you commit perjury?
You left my heart neglected
and now I need emotional surgery.
Lonely I am, today.
F.M