Just To
Another night,
spaghetti just for one.
My hand is empty
as I watch the setting of the sun
I wasn't kicked in my sleep,
no one latched onto me.
No hair in my face,
making it itch.
I don't call on the phone
because there's no one that I miss
Every day, it is the same.
This place is all too quiet
and everyday, this hole to fill
Love I'd like to try it
To love and be loved
is my dream of
all I really need.
To love and be loved
a wondrous dream of
and in it is,
where I want to be
To wake up in the morning
and not be alone.
To have someone there,
to share in my home.
To be missed when I'm away.
It would be so much more fun if,
someone else was here to play.
To love and be loved,
I'd love it so much.
To love and be loved
with a great warming touch.
And I know that I would
that I'd be good
and that I can
If someone was here
Just someone here
to hold my hand.
Write letters in crayon
my light it would stay on
Dinners for two
with a candle lit view
of our staring eyes
Long walks together
butterflies felt forever
and right where we are
there's a bright shooting star
lighting up our skies
There's so much more,
more than I could ever say
And I would give all I had
just to feel
that way
To love and be loved
a far off dream of.
To love and be loved.
Maybe if I want it
If I want it just enough.
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