Hello Lonely
Hello lonely, my old friend,
it's good to see you again.
It's been too long since i've seen you,
but now I'm by myself, and feeling blue.
Everybody else left before I knew,
but you were there for me, so I stayed for you,
the rest of the world passes through:
there's only room in my head for two.
Hello lonely, my old friend,
it's good to see you again.
Let's sit here, you, myself, and I,
let's let our mind wander and not care why,
let's close my eyes and play I-Spy.
'Cause blues for two isn't quite as hard,
'cause two can't fall completely apart,
two can go through the razor of life
and come out with only scars.
So let's just sit here and soak up the sun,
days fly by, over before they've begun,
but for now i just want to sit here
and say 'Whoops, there goes another one'.
Hello lonely, my old friend,
it's good to see you again.
Whether you're sitting beside me,
or flowing out of my pen,
it's nice to know there's always someone,
without or within,
who can get into my head and under my skin.
Hello lonely, my old friend,
it's good to see you again.
I like the opening. Very reminiscent of Sound of Silence. It's a relatable poem, I'm sure to a lot of people and certainly to myself, though the happier aspect to what you're trying to get across is not immediately obvious. I think it might take someone who actually has shared this feeling to quite understand, an aspect of irony which is quite fitting. An element of privacy within something very personal.
ReplyDeleteI feel as though you did this poem very easy. to me the depth of your thoughts are always evident, it's like you were just playing around on this.
ReplyDeleteI check you out every day.
Funny how one feels as though you know the author,just by reading his/her, material.
Thank you.