It’s lonely
So lonely
It’s beating
But slowly.

It’s aching
And bleeding
It’s brooding
Am trembling

It’s yearning
For some loving
It’s musing
about a soothing.

It’s wrestling
With a rapture
Though am hustling
To save it, another fracture.

Mugere Brian | This entry was posted on Wednesday, February 10th, 2010 at 12:54 and is filed under Lonely. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.