Loneliness
In a room full of people, I still feel on my own,
Where I live is just a house, and not a home.
Days last for weeks, evenings last for years,
I find myself just sat here, running through my fears.
The T.V. is a poor substitute for you being around,
Days roll into one, with no marker, I have found.
Every time the phone rings, my heart skips a beat,
Chances are, it's just a friend, but they don't compete.
I tell myself to be strong, it'll all turn out right,
But you are in my thoughts all day and dreams all night.
I hope that we are reunited as we both have planned,
For if we don't, for whatever reason, it'd be more than I could stand.