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Postcard from my heart

Sitting on a park bench.
Nowhere to be,
nobody to see.
No one to share,
no one to care.
All alone in this world.

All I have to do
to pass the time
is write another
postcard from my heart.
Send it to nobody in particular,
and hope it never arrives.

I do enjoy my own company.
I even talk to myself sometimes.
My thoughts come out loud,
confused in a crowd.
But I do get lonely,
I think I'm cracking up sometimes.

All I have to do
to pass the time
is write another
postcard from my heart.
Send it to nobody in particular,
and hope it never arrives.
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Posted: Feb 2010

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trurorobonline today!
Lonliness is terrible if we allow it to take over our life, sometimes we have to embrace it and move on.
rob
NeverEndingStory
Why hope it never arrives ?? Your postcards are beautiful. Nice one my friend ^_^ wave
bigg77
dunno confused Never really thought about it, the words just came to me. I suppose it's because writing the postcard (the poem) is the therapy in itself, I don't really need anybody to read it for me to feel better.
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