THE OLD FRIEND

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Submitted Date 07/12/2019
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Loneliness is an old friend
Who comes and goes without word
It is a letter unpenned
And the words unheard

Such a thing is said to be
It is only a state of mind
How can others see
When we ourselves are blind

We create a longing we do not know
A desire that cannot be found
A stream that does not flow
And in which we have drowned

Silent nights lead to silent days
And silence is far to loud
When we give ourselves away
And our souls enshroud

We cradle our hearts and heads
Tenderly as if in love
But our hearts have already bled
And flown away with the doves

When our sobs are untamed
And sweet tears fill our eyes
The aching can be claimed
For our smiles are a guise
 

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