What can be done for an aching heart,
That's tried of being lonely.
To distract is pointless in every way,
For its desire is a companion only.
But not just any will suffice,
Only the right one will do.
For when the unsuitable leaves it's mark,
There remains a scar of a jaded hue.
The sadistic trauma ensnares,
A protective wall is built of sorrow.
Though the other's emotions are impugned,
It's impossible to conceive the reality of tomorrow.
Even if the heart lay engulfed in desolation,
Tis better for emptiness to abide within.
Then to adhere to the folly of a manipulative soul,
And allow a forlorn existence to win.
So in solitude I impatiently remain,
Waiting for the one solacer of my heart.
For I cannot breathe nor think nor truly live,
For once we meet... then our one life may start.