Lonely
Lonesome and Lonely is I
My heart and soul have no choice but to cry
I have no one to love me intimately
Only as a friend they see me
As I sit in my room dream of a love that will someday take my breath away
I simply try to live from day to day
So may the lord bless me with a love so
Broken Pieces
When I see my heart I see scattered pieces
As they lay among the floor I know my heart can’t take it anymore
Unlike Humpty Dumpty my heart can be put back together again
Only a piece always seems to end up missing
Piece here and piece there; they always seem to disappear
My heart has broken so many times that the
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