I put pen to paper,
words flee from me
With you not around,
Nothing is how it used to be.
The days are longer,
gloomy and dull.
Sobs and silent prayers,
break the midnight lull.
I stand alone, wondering
If we could be one still
And be around when you’re up
I lay awake, yearning
Wishing for your face by my pillow
I spend the night praying
Hoping for a happier tomorrow
Yet I know it is not to be
How will we one be?
For you are an ocean, I am sand on the shore
We meet but aren’t meant to be.