| Wounded Heart
Posted: 7/28/2009 9:24:35 PM | I type words on the screen,
hoping to land the fish on the pond,
sifting through pictures, determined and serene.
My hopes rise and fall with each response from the magic wand.
This game is ruthless, bitter and crude.
I'm amazed and say how can the women be so rude?
All I want is a friend, a moment, a smile.
But there are dead ends and there are miles
of disappointment, boredom and junk piles.
I feel very down tonight, since once again I'm not right.
For the typical female mind and body who puts me out of sight.
It's wicked and it's repulsive, this rejection of me.
And others and their hopes and dreams.
One by one, we lose hope and say why oh why? | |
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