Here's a little poem I just finished.  Tell me world what you think.  I call it "Lonelyville."

 

My angel left me at my windowsill,
staring out into Lonelyville.
There’s snowflakes falling soft and slow,
I wonder why she would ever go.
I take a drink to ease the pain,
but all the memories, they still remain.
I close my eyes and remember the place,
The first time I saw her face.
I can feel her touch, it’s soft as gold.
Thought we would grow together old.
Hear a noise, awake from my dream.
Try to boost my self-esteem.
It’s the garbage man, here for my heart.
Appears it’s useless all torn apart.
Weather man says nothing but a cold storm,
I used to have her love to keep me warm.
It’s time for work I better leave.
Now’s not the time to grieve.
In the end I guess it was all fake.
Just a case of the Lonelyville heartbreak.