Alone
sitting at home
home all alone
because i have nobody
to call my own
sitting at home
home all alone
in my dress so white
i thought going to prom with him
would be such a delight
i call and call
he says he will be there in a few
his tux is too tight
and he doesnt know what to do.
an hour later, he still doesnt show
i'm so torn up..
he doesnt even know.
as i call him this last time
he says its too late to go,
hes just gonna go home.
as i break down in tears
i think about the years
how it seems im all alone
always sitting at home.
I pray every night
and wonder why nothing ever seems to be right...
will i be alone for the rest of my life?
will i ever get the chance to be a wife?
i think i will just sit at home
home alone
on this lonely night
and wait for the right person to save me from this lonely life.
Copyright © Amanda Daum | Year Posted 2006
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