What is being lonely: without one to share and feel confortable
with. Someone to give you warmth and caring when life seems to mount.......But
what can one expect from someone you have never seen and they are like
butterflys going from flower to flower. Staying a while to get the sweetness and
them moving on to others. Promices made and Promices broken. Lonely are the days
and each grows longer, waiting for feelings that seem to skirt my reality.
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