Is It Possible For The Heart To Be Broken From The Start?

I was born with a melancholy smile

Knowing I was different after just a short while

Nursing from my mom

I knew soon her lovely tit would soon be gone

Oh I knew it would all soon fall apart

Is It Possible For The Heart To Be Broken From The Start?

I met a little blonde haired girl in my first year of school

Knowing even with her inviting smile soon I would be the fool

Before touching her blonde hair

I knew she would run away so scared

Oh I knew it would all soon fall apart

Is It Possible For The Heart To Be Broken From The Start?

I went to university knowing all would go so bad

Knowing all the hope with my heart would turn to the feeling I’d been had

I told my lover of my soul’s true passion

Yet she laughed and so so quickly I was soon out of fashion

Oh I knew it would all soon fall apart

Is It Possible For The Heart To Be Broken From The Start?

Now I walk on the winter Sunday beach of middle age

Yet another doleful lonely page

Oh I wish I could even feel some genuine rage

Yet I know even that attempt at truth would be betrayed

Oh please tell me this might get just a little better

If it gets any worse

I will think my birth was my curse

And the taste of the hemlock will be like bittersweet wine

No one will miss my passing, but I’ll be fine

Oh I knew it was destine to all go wrong

Why did I ever wait for its ending so so long?

So I put my words in this pitiful parting song

Yet I know no one cares so you can all just move along

Is It Possible For The Heart To Be Broken From The Start?

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

I’m A Lot Like

I’m a lot like my father

Who lies quiet in the grave

I’m much like my mother

Yet not quite as brave

I’m a lot like the wind

Struggling with direction

I’m much like the water

Mirroring my introspection

I’m a lot like my sister

Struggling with myself

I’m much like my lover

When she takes me someplace else

I’m a lot like the rose

Beautiful and thorned

I’m much like a weed

When I feel lost and scorned

I’m a lot like nothing

When it all feels disconnected

I’m much like everything

When each morning I’m resurrected

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013