louis rams

Rookie - 457 Points (09/13/1943 / new york city)

All Alone


I sit at home with nothing to do, I ‘m all alone and feeling blue
Where did the time go? That it went so fast!
I was looking at the future and now it’s my past.
I chose to ignore love because I felt I had time.
Why oh why? Was I so blind!
Now I’m all alone with my heart in my hand
With no one beside me who could understand.
No one really wants to be on their own
And in their face it is shown!
I look ahead to what the future may bring
But all I see is pain and misery.
No one to share the comfort of my bed
This is something that I now dread.
No one to converse with, or to share a meal
No one can see what I feel.
I’m getting older and the walls are closing in
Living this life is a downright sin.
I prop the pillow under my head
And wonder if in the morning they’ll find me dead?
I’m in no position to criticize or throw stones
When I’m in this house all alone.
It gets harder as I get older
telling some woman I want to hold her!
Now I have to search for someone who will care
And with me their life they’ll share.
So don’t do what I had done
Being alone isn’t any fun

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013

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