one wonders Through the lonesome days and lonely ways one wanders and one wonders. How can one be so alone? How can one be so thrown? Friendship fails and loss prevails and wounds assail one's heart. Friends have come and friends have gone, ne'er the twain shall meet. Friends who are sometimes friends are always friends no more. Friends with masks and two-faces ask with tongues forked and fingers crossed behind their backs for friendship, but do not know the meaning. The solitary times with no rhythm or rhymes lead to heart less, solo crimes. Eremetic lives lived under grey skies soon despise companion's ties. So as one wanders and one wonders, alone, can hope abide where tears were cried and emptiness has resided? How can one be turned around from friendless rounds to friend filled towns, one wanders and one wonders? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Adapted image: By jdurham
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