Perpetual LonelinessPerpetual Loneliness As he walked through the door of Moriarties, his senses were berated. Flashing lights hurt his eyes, causing them to close instinctively. Loud drumming music made his thoughts seem jumbled and distant. The pungent aroma of stale ale and sweat so powerful he thought his nose hairs would burn off filled his nostrils. A big man opened the door and shoved him aside without so much as slowing down for Dean as he struggled to regain control of his senses. He opened his eyes and forced them to adjust to the new lights. When they had, he looked around. Sofas and chairs to his left, a bar, with a beautiful woman behind the
Loneliness Dean tightened his red-black striped tie and smoothed out his white button up shirt inside the elevator. He had almost a dozen of that same shirt at home and wore them to work every day, despite having many shirts to choose from, ranging from party shirts he had never worn to graphic tees that he lounged around in. His body looked like it was stuck in high school with his boyish face, puny frame and black hair that revealed a dark brown sheen when the sunlight hit it. He easily looked like he belonged in an office job, or playing D&D. He fit perfectly inside the role society had placed him in. Well except with D&D, he never understood the ap
I couldn't like herIt couldn’t be, for you seeIt would only end in tragedyIf I tried to swoonI would look like a buffoonI’m a goof, not one of the aloofIf I tried in her mind I would go poofI would lose what we have and I treasure that dearlyThe problem is I see her too clearlyOnce I saw her shine I knew she'd never be mineThat she sees me as swineI’ll just stand last in line and after her I will pineUnable to cope, I mope; thinking that I am such a dopeThat for me there is no hopeI’ll never get to hold her handI’ll never give her a forever bandOr take her to another landShe will never stand next to me in a dressHe