Growing Thorns

  A rustle runs through the street

The large crowds out on there feet

Muscle cars out and about

Summer stays with the drought

  Everyday I sat to watch

Heat rising by the notch

Out here I see, way above

Young couples finding love

  I still sit here lost and lonley

I just wait out in my only

Missing what I used to be

With someone other than me

  I hear the poety in the wind

Scent of roses just to mend

The broken hearts seem to fix

When the feelings begin to mix

  When there seems an ending

Their feelings are out sending

We have sat around waiting

Being the only ones hating

  Now it is finally your turn

Your now risking the burn

The dove isnt the only lonley bird

Because they go back on there word