I've come to terms with the fact
That I may be alone for a while.
I may even begin to hurt deeply,
And let myself turn into something vile.
I hate the idea of being lonely,
But at last I must accept it.
I do not want to do so,
But I put myself in a pit.
I know not what I will do,
Or even who I may meet.
But I find that someone loving me,
Is an un-accomplished feet.
Maybe I'm better left alone,
But for how long could it last?
I know not how long,
But its time to move past. |
Submission Name: Alone
