Need
Before I die I hoped to find
Someone who saw what lay inside
A soul that longed to bond with mine
A harbor from my painful life
A place to heal my broken heart
Peace and happiness a place to start
But life is short and I wasted time
Searching for what I could not find
My brokenness did not allow
My heart to risk another try
So here I am alone and dark
With no release for this broken heart
Don Matthews
Sun 5th May 2019 08:32
Sad Linda. But I like the poetic way you have expressed it