A woman walks down the pavement
An image of beauty
With a red dress and the adoration of men
Her black heels click on the tarmac
A man converses with his mates
The definition of charisma
With a suit on and a beer in one hand
He commands the respect of a crowd
A little girl plays on the seesaw
With her friend who is without a name
But when others walk past
They see the little girl is alone
The old man looks at the photos
Reminders, memories of him and his beloved
Framed permanently in sepia tones
A tear rolls down his cheek
The woman walking down the pavement is lost
The man with his mates is close to breaking
The little girl feels rejected
The old man is laying flowers on his beloved's grave
For though the sun shines today
The pain remains
Their loneliness a constant reminder
A constant tormentor
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
A woman walks down the pavement
An image of beauty
With a red dress and the adoration of men
Her black heels click on the tarmac
A man converses with his mates
The definition of charisma
With a suit on and a beer in one hand
He commands the respect of a crowd
A little girl plays on the seesaw
With her friend who is without a name
But when others walk past
They see the little girl is alone
The old man looks at the photos
Reminders, memories of him and his beloved
Framed permanently in sepia tones
A tear rolls down his cheek
The woman walking down the pavement is lost
The man with his mates is close to breaking
The little girl feels rejected
The old man is laying flowers on his beloved's grave
For though the sun shines today
The pain remains
Their loneliness a constant reminder
A constant tormentor
