Skies Dark and Dismal

When skies of Blue turn dark and dismal
And my heart feels so abysmal
When clouds fill with rain
I weep away my pain

I've loved and lost and lost again
Too familiar am I with the strain
Of filling the void left behind
Of feeble attempts to occupy my mind

I've no need for love or endearment now
It only serves to furough my brow
Insecure, love withheld does abound
Once love expressed, no longer is found

Men tell me they love me
That they'll ne'er leave "we"
But once again, "we" ends up as me

So by keeping lovers far away
Hurt will be avoided, for another day
I've no need for the pain I feel
From too many loves I had thought were real

Beth Sandler

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