No matter how many cigarettes

I exhaust,

And how many gods 

I trust,

No matter how many loves

 I try,

And how many cups

, I dry

No matter how many people

I deceive,

And how many blows

 ,I receive

No matter how many battles, 

I fight,

And how many poems

I write,

There’s a heart in here,

That doesn’t learn to lie.

There’s a pain in it,

That doesn’t seem to die.

There’s a story deep within,

That doesn’t seem to end.

Loneliness I guess,

Found a new friend.