Alone

When is the right time for love. Isn't heartache just a bluff. With the smooth entering the rough. Sometime hate just isn't enough To live in the sunshine. To drink always the finest wine. It can become so dark and sour. From just a minute unto an hour. The flood of rain gives you a shower. When your heart feels a pain. And your conscience Doesn't need more strain. Your Blood boils exploding your Brain. All you want? No you need to feel the love. Loneliness is so dour always it is worse in the midnight hour. Because your bed feels so cold even in the summer heat. You just want to lie there. Not use your feet. To take you somewhere warm. Don't you just hate the dawn. As you wake lonely in the bright cool morn. Another day doing the same. Its just a crying shame. Over and over nothing will change. Unless you finish this monotonous game. W e all are forever alone. We all sometimes need to change the tone. From bass to treble and hope fate will meddle. To make us feel so wanted and alive. And never be alone again every night. Now that would be a different life.