Lonely

Loneliness , is all her heart has ever been accompanied by. 

Her lonesome soul searches for another, never successful is how it has always been. 

Her lips have kissed few, but only find comfort in the kisses from the tears that travel a well worn path down her face. 

The only strong arms that have remained around her, are the cold ones belonging to abandonment. 

As she continues down her isolated path she holds only the hand of depression.