To A Social Recluse

He has been all by himself She has been all by herself Desperate, alone, miserable and insecure Both thought that love would be their only cure To a social recluse The word ‘socialising’ Is hardly ever ‘tantalising’ In their world to use Each night, each day she is amused By this so called man born a social recluse Her arms are now tattooed with isolation Washed and shampooed in entire alienation Once she was bright-eyed in a healthy situation To a social recluse The emotional mood Is that which airs off as being rude! And shyness is always seen as an excuse In her search for love has come desperation And his charms will lead her to a land of no nations There are always signs but she refuses to take heed So she will harvest with weed to feed her own needs And one day she will cry the tears of her own deed To a social recluse With lack of interest, quietness is introduced With friends and family you instantly lose That is the very effect a recluse produces To a social recluse This dark conspicuous personality Will creep slowly and tear apart friendly cordial unity Your families and friends will slowly become diffused Presently she is too blind to see Her loving hero is a lone ranger Slowly she will become everything but free And to herself she will turn a total stranger Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi