Alone

Tears of pain run down her cheek,
wishing she was able to hold the one she seeks.
Tears from her heart she cries,
feeling so alone her soul slowly dies.
Thinking of the wounds, love's poison,
as she glares in the distance wondering if she should care.
Sitting alone crying deep tears of sorrow,
waiting and hoping for Cupid's arrow.
Feeling so alone as though the walls are coming down,
hoping one day that special someone will remove her frown.
~Brian Blackwell

Copyright © 2009 Brian Blackwell