Leaning cheek, upon a hand
Wish for some other face,
some thinner figure, dancing.
Tearless eyes, misleading,
no drops left, like rain to fall.
As lonely invades this stubborn heart,
and snatches away the hours.
Looking upon promises,
broken, though never spoken.
Somehow the lack leaves cold shadow.
Weaponless, left with nothing to offer,
save, a heart patched over, so many times before.
Worth is slender,
Why do you cut my cobweb?