Every time...
"What comes next?", I often ask,but never an answer received.
Yet every time I complete the task
of letting my heart be deceived.
It's an endless game of cat and mouse
between my heart and mind,
and my eyes sit in their high penthouse
and watch heartache unwind.
Cursing names; placing faults;
losing just the same.
Seeing curiosity in your eyes, I thought;
I wonder if it's just a game?
To you I'm a friend to share your pain
and empty out your heart.
To me you are a love restrained;
in my life you'll play no part.
Dreamers dream and poets hope,
and fools wish every day,
but some of us just learn to cope
and live our own lonely way.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2009
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