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This misery just beneath the skin
I seem to always get myself in
is of my own making, I could see
If I would see, realistically.
But I am a dreamer, a romantic at heart.
I live in a dream, as my world falls apart.
When I open my eyes and realize
My dreams will never be,
not for me.
Half a life until shared with another.
Feeling empty own my own.
To never truely be whole,
until another shares my soul.
To love and laugh, just to be,
I need someone who also needs me.
Cheerful and smiling, My face to world.
Inside a crying scared little girl.
Where in this world, do I belong?
I've looked for the answer for so long.
Always alone, although in a crowd.
Never let them see you crying aloud.
Deep in my soul I hide my shame,
Not knowing how to play life's game.
Such is a life of misery,
such is the life of the dreamer
in me.
By Rhonda Clark
07-18-99 |
