Monday, May 13, 2013

When One Is Left Alone

What is love
what's it really all about
an absurdity of doubts
behind closed doors –
obscured in the mirror
when one looks…….
and doesn't
recognise them self.

If I looked back
would I turn…. into stone
would I see no one else
would I be all alone
with all these uncertainties –
and doubts.
What is the word of love
when gone unheard –
just curiosities
and empty hearts
that feel the hurt –
when one is left alone.

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