A lone day, a forlorn me,
in this season of love,this spring
i'm all alone.
gazing from my window,to the streets below
on a freshly fallen silent shower of snow.....
silent as a tomb,i'm all alone.
Dont talk of love,though i've heard the word before,
its sleeping in my memory
i wont disturb the slumber
of feelings that have died.
if i 'd never loved,i never would have cried.
i have a lot,and my poetry to protect me,
i'm shielded within my armour...
and yet there's something more
for which i clamour
i need love no more,
but lost friendship to the bargain...
lost it all forever,nothing to my gain,
its my fate and its nothing i can shed,
i'm a rock now.....
and a rock feels no pain .
