Nomad Heart
Without the choice
Like stray dog, I wander the streets of emotion.
The joys are cherished but so often short lived.
Considered cute enough for petting, but no one wishes to lay claim.
I inspire the embers back to flame.
Then soon afterward am put out into the cold.
I love to see your spark ignite, I loathe having to do it alone.
The streets are endless, as all your faces become one.
I wonder if you ever think of me.
Once your start over has begun.
A day or three, five with some.
Always in the end, broken heart, pavement song is sung.
A life of just not good enough, to hold the heart of one.
Each time I hope, I will be enough for you.
That I might be called someone’s.
Off the streets of truth.
Like stray dog, I wander the streets of emotion.
