They call him Mr. Lonely <br />as he stands all alone <br />with no one else <br />to call his own <br />and though he always tries <br />to keep yo close, <br />you keep your distance <br />so his heart stays broke <br />he wishes on stars <br />for someone to know <br />that his heart is pure, <br />that it's made of gold <br />and his tears go unseen <br />in the dead of night <br />as he'll still be alone <br />come mornings light <br />why does he fight, <br />why does he try, <br />when it just makes him cry <br />and wish to die? <br />If he could fly, <br />would he fly away? <br />And if he did, <br />would you wish that he stayed? <br />Though he cannot see <br />what will come to be, <br />when he stares in the mirror <br />he stares back at me.<br /><br />Steven L. Mattes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mr-lonely/
