Words (About Words) Date: Wednesday, 6th February 2013 @ 08:48:26 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: eternityslyre It strikes me as odd That people pursue What we become: Unhappy, lonely, and desperate. Because we are unhappy, We reach out, but there is no one To bear our sorrows. And we become lonely, desperate, And reach out in every which way (We know how.) Hundreds of thousands Of beating, desperate hearts Splattered across the internet; I find it strange To want such a thing. This poem is Copyright © eternityslyre Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=175038