Sing a song of heartsick blues,
Of loneliness I'm not amused.
I must reload my emotion fuels,
Because I'm not like I'm used.
Feeling left out, unstable,
Waiting for the phone to ring.
Going on, I'm not able,
If what we had don't mean a thing.
I relied my faith and trust,
In what was going on.
Now it seems that this is lost,
If our love is on the run.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/6-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
