Summertime Friendship

As breezes blow in summertime,
rare as the bluest rose,
Are friendships lasting longer than,
few minutes I suppose.
I've spent my time upon the earth,
just searching for someone.
Who'd think that time they spent with me,
was always having fun.
Each time I crossed a tear stained soul,
with lonely wanting look,
They left me as a reader,
turns the last page of a book.
and places it upon a shelf up high,
It's cover getting dusty, so am I.
My age belies my youth's desire,
to be a wanted man.
To have someone who'll love,
my inner soul just like I plan.
But with each mocking grin,
I dig the hole to rest me in,
and place me six feet under,
after deadly final sin.
To each their own idea of love,
For me there is no god above,
all I ever prayed for
was a friend to make me whole.
It seemed a flight of fanciness,
that no one took a chance with this,
old broken misshaped lumpy piece of coal.
I have to say I had enough,
when no one claimed this diamond rough,
I gave up life itself to find my lonely place to die.
No one could ever look me in the eye,
and say I love you so much,
a hug and a touch,
would have healed me so quickly,
instead of feeling rather sickly,
I would be a completed play,
instead of in the ground today.
Fall in love with your friends,
the morrow's full of ends,
and the one you thought had known your love,
May be the one the maker sends.