PoembyJanetRoseDavenport

Janet Rose Davenport

Janet Rose Davenport
flat 1/ Freemans Drive
Cooranbong, NSW 2265
Australia

Lonely is a Word

Laugh and your friends will laugh with you.
Cry, and you'll cry alone.
Does anyone knock on my door
or try to telephone?

Chorus

Lonely is a word
that should be bottled
like perfume that you wear
and you could spray it in the air.
The scent would make them care.

Then they would k n o w...

that my life's like artic ice,
drifting and melting
through pained days and nights

and wondering

if someone kind out there
could understand despair
and k n o w.

Yes, people criticize,
yet they don't wear my shoes
or even know my size
'cause their mindset
is locked away to stay.
They should live with me one day;
see the tears that often stray
and k n o w....

Chorus

Lonely is a word
that should be bottled
like perfume that you wear
and you could spray it in the air.
The scent would make them care.
Their hearts would grow
and k n o w

So when you see me
walking down the street
smiling and talking
to strangers that I meet,
you think there's nothing wrong with me.
How blind can you be?

Please tell me,
would you talk to me
if I told you of chronic pain misery?

No!

So don't be a judge
and jury on your own.
Just leave me alone.
I don't need your casting stone.

Lonely is a word
that should be bottled
like perfume that you wear.
The scent would make them care.
Their hearts would grow and know
that kindness makes the world still glow.

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