Treasure Island

Mary Lyle

(06/11/1973 / Morganton, NC)

Alone With You


Alone with you

Alone with you is where I long to be
Alone with her is where you are free
Alone with me is no place to hide from this
Alone without your words, it's you that I miss

Alone I feel without your touch
Alone today just feels like too much
Alone the tear on my cheek
Alone these words that make me weak

Alone and it's you I barely know
Alone a while longer and I must go
Alone this hunger that makes me ache
Alone you must take a sanity break

Alone with me could be home for you
Alone with you may never come true
Alone I kiss you good-bye in my mind
Alone and why is timing so unkind?

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2008

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