I stand with the misfits 

All the ones from broken homes

the ones who are single and left alone

the ones deemed special

and yet not treated as treasure 

I stand with the poets and artists observers of life

Picking muses that will never be there wives or partners 

I am disheartened 

But I will stand with those that give and never receive 

those who believe 

that giving their hearts and time is important 

and worth their reason and rhyme 

and weight of time

there’s a special kind of heaven awaiting these people who need healing 

I like to believe 

May they find their Elysium fields 

where they will be met 

without any painful regrets