On days like this when the rain seems to be started my be
when feeling alone is a comfort i can't afford
unwanted and unloved
all the people all the hugs and kisses that i thought would be never ending
replenishble and always accessible
a love that would never wither
Why am I so easily let go
so easily forgotten
Did i leave your mind when i was gone he sings
i suppose i did
but you never left mine
I am reminded of you in everything
things as simple as a fallen daisy peddle
a joyous laugh from affair
loneliness is terrible
but to be left alone well that in unbearable
starting to feel like a mouse
living without a home
detested by everyone
inferior to all
forgotten in the holes of the earth
who could love a mouse?
Will a mouse ever be loved?
or just forgotten amongst the pages
message erased
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