Alas (ode to my weenie)

[Annael]

one sits all alone and dreams of tomorrow

never having thought that it would bring only sorrow

 

plans and desires all thrown away

because of harmful things that one had to say

 

trust that was had is now all gone

and this time it cannot be cured with a song

 

the long lonely road is all that is seen

as thoughts fly by of what could have been

[reverie]

pretty....

 

 

rev...