Sometimes the days slide into each other Sometimes one week becomes two than another I wish I could help, that I could lift my arms but they remain at their sides. Like a bird staring sightlessly out of his cage I'm filled with sadness and an irrational rage I wish I could help, have some words to say but they die in my throat as lies Some people work themselves to the bone Some leave ads that no one will respond to on the phone I wish I couls say something that'll make you feel better But the line goes dead. They've all told you you're too cute to be lonely You can't understand why it all sounds so phony Why they pass you to smile charmingly at someone who weighs about twenty pounds and isn't even that well-fed. There are those who want to be desired by the world over wishing upon stars, rainbows and four-leaf clovers I wish I could help, to show how I feel but I remain silent. Any words I could say wouldn't change how you feel I can't change the words or make any deals Home from the bar, you stare at the wall And look at the phone, wishing someone would call Mom tells you "there's someone for everyone" And maybe there is, but looking isn't fun All the lonely people in the world, yet they won't bother looking at each other seriously. They all say you want what you can't have All anyone wants is to be happy Yet happiness fleets, disappears down a well I said nothing, watched as your face fell I can't understand! you wailed at me I started down the stairs, shoulders hunched, free What can I say? What will we do? How lonely am I? How lonely are you? Our eyes meet for a second, electricity shoots then we turn away from each other and continue the pursuit. The night continues yet comes to an end we've found nothing that'll change the situation as it stands To begin the ritual again tomorrow night this isn't real. This can't be right. We're not going to finish these thoughts. For I have no idea what it is I've sought I wish I was the one who could end your loneliness. But it won't be me.
Reason for writing:
Sort of the way things work in life, when a lonely person seeks out Mr.Wrong while the right guy is five feet away yet is just a friend. This situation actually happened with someone I fell in love with and now, for obvious reasons, rarely think about.
Birth sign: Aries
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