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The Loveless Rambler
You’re a stranger who hides herself from everyone
 Even Me…The person who brought you out of your home
 It’s hard for you to love, when it’s been a long, cold, blustery winter for that heart of yours
 But spring has come ever so sweetly
 The sun won’t shine for long
 So I will say to that fragile, broken face,
 “Welcome home, you Loveless Rambler.”
 Your eyes light up, with a hungry look for happiness
 You and I will talk for a while
 You tell me such things that make me smile
 Your best escape is music
 And kittens make you feel all warm and foolish
 After a little, you say you should go home
 Home to you is going back to being hidden
 Home is pain, where it rains 24/7 of sorrow& the feeling of being forgotten
 Before you take off, I look at you and say with a weary expression on my face,
 “I love you…Take care”
 You just face the other way; I can sense your agony as you hear the bittersweet words
 I gaze at the ground, I see you run off out of the corner of my eye
 Your heart is beating quick and hard with balance
 Tears run down your face at a fast but steady pace as your feet hit the ground
 The sparkles of the salty water shine like diamonds on that porcelain white face of yours
 They fall like glass, swift but broken
 Your hands grasp a skinny purple pen with your name engraved on the side
 You write out all of your heart and mind
 All the thoughts and words create a diary, just for you to read and no one else
 Your heart starts to mend itself slow but tenderly
 The small booklet is your haven, as well as my voice
 When you hear my voice, I know you’re giving yourself a tiny smile as I say lovingly,
 “Hello, my Loveless Rambler, I’ve been expecting you.”
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