None but the lonely hearts...
None but the lonely hearts know my pain.
None but the barren soul have felt this way.
Floods of ink could rain
Every hour of every day
Unable to write away
The sorrows I entertain.
I was told you did not love me
This drove a dagger through my heart.
Still you haunt my poetry
Wedging your way into my art.
Though we must now depart
Know I’ll always love thee.
This poem is about:
Me