There are
lonely feelings frivolously jumping
In and out of the sidelines of our thoughts
They tease with moments of bliss
Of smiling faces and the answers to tender wishes, blown
Into the wind and out of proportion
Hopes and dreams fuel desires
Leaving black ash on once soft palms
Yes, there are lonely feelings which shove mercilessly
Into the foreground of the painting
You watch as the faces of those
Who you have known and have loved dissolve
Eyes staring desperately trying
To remember what lies behind
That black smudge on the canvas
In and out of the sidelines of our thoughts
They tease with moments of bliss
Of smiling faces and the answers to tender wishes, blown
Into the wind and out of proportion
Hopes and dreams fuel desires
Leaving black ash on once soft palms
Yes, there are lonely feelings which shove mercilessly
Into the foreground of the painting
You watch as the faces of those
Who you have known and have loved dissolve
Eyes staring desperately trying
To remember what lies behind
That black smudge on the canvas
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