07-25-2011, 09:39 PM
One day older I have grown.
One more night I spend alone.
I long to plant the seeds of love
And someday reap what I have sewn.
I feel the lonely, bitter bite,
Whenever my friends are in my sight.
For they all have what I do not:
Someone to love and spend the night.
The advice I have been told by all,
“Work hard, be nice, the rest will fallâ€Â
But in this game of life and love,
It seems I’m never thrown the ball.
My life, it has been more than fine.
Each accolade a promising sign.
But love gets lost along the way.
A pleasure for most, but never mine.
One more night I spend alone.
I long to plant the seeds of love
And someday reap what I have sewn.
I feel the lonely, bitter bite,
Whenever my friends are in my sight.
For they all have what I do not:
Someone to love and spend the night.
The advice I have been told by all,
“Work hard, be nice, the rest will fallâ€Â
But in this game of life and love,
It seems I’m never thrown the ball.
My life, it has been more than fine.
Each accolade a promising sign.
But love gets lost along the way.
A pleasure for most, but never mine.