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Here I sit all broken hearted

I tried to love but was left alone,

Passed Over.

I tried to stay alone

but was told to love,

So again I tried to love

but was passed over once again.



So now I remain a testament and a sign

to those who who try to be the nice and

compassionate type, DON'T

you will only enb up alone and hurt.



Although I grew in a loving family,

surrounded by family and friends

who care and love me.

There is a love I have yet to feel,

the intamate love,

the kind you share with another,

a soul mate.



You will die an old man who has never

felt the warm hand of a woman

or heard her sweet voice on a

summers day.



So in a sense I am psyhic,

I can see my death.

I am at my small house I dreamt

about sharing with a wife and rasing a family,

I am sitting on the porch alone

on a beautiful spring day, when roses

can be smelled in the cool breeze,

as it blows past my tired body,

one last time fate plays a crewel trick as a

happy couple pass my house and they pause and embrace,

mocking me showing me what I never had,

then they go on.



I pass on quickly and quietly, alone.

Missed by none.

No tears are shed,

No hearts broken.

Except mine which was shattered to dust

years ago.



So I am left dead in the old chair,

I sat in for many years, left for not.



But I tried to love, But was Passed Over.