Loose Truths
It hurts me when he drinks.
I feel the pain as his soul sinks.
I know that someday he and I
Will be something to look and see.
Glowing brighter than angry stars
Flying high without nets or wires.

We're two of a kind; a deuce; a pair
Soulmates from a dark doom shared.
They say the sun comes up tomorrow;
But it lays black in the valley of sorrow.
For each tear that manages to fall,
Sincerely we care for one and all
But love given, gets no return
Lonliness makes lone hearts yearn.
The most we have is each other
I confess, I love him like a brother.

By maximusdoom

© 2004 maximusdoom (All rights reserved)


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