One by one's
Two by two's
They all walk hand in hand.
But who am I to refuse?
I guess I'm just the one man marching band.
The ache of being lonely is sad.
I guess I should just cover myself with a paper bag.
I feel like I'm in the garbage can,
Guess I'll have to be my own number one fan...
My phone forever haunted by ghosts
All of them with their Cheshire grins
I end up thinking the most,
But in the end...I don't win.
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
I always got picked last on the playground, so who am I to be surprised?
They all smile and hold hands
When in reality what I want is something everyone has...
That person to say "hope your day was great"
Or "let's go on a romantic date!"
But I guess I'm supposed to be alone, which you could call a suspected undramatic twist of fate.
Everyone has found their boat and ticket to ride.
While I sit on the docks wondering...where is mine?
Alone at the harbor with nowhere to go, I guess I'll sit here and wait.
But I sure hope that a lonely heart isn't supposed to be my fate...
EntertainmentOct 09, 2018
Poetry On Odyssey: Lonely Heart
I sure hope that a lonely heart isn't suppose to be my fate...
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