Peter Vector - Alone

No more than simple a word...
I am alone,
I had a chance to find love,
But I was to late...

Now I sit and write,
With crippling pain and withering hope
Am I ever to be loved at all?
Or am I to travel throughout this life alone?

I cry in the darkness of my abode
The more I seek, the greater my load,
To find the girl that will love me

Cruel, cruel fate will it be,
That I should be starved of love,
Even in life and after,
Should I end this misery now

Why does the God I love,
Allow me to hurt so much?
Why are the tears welling up
Wanting to roll down my face?

The darkest hours I face now,
Will that last and eternity or only a second?
I am sleepless, loveless, hopeless,
I need someone... But who is she...

Why doesn't she reach out and cradle me?
Hold me and tell me that everything will be alright?
Why doesn't she gently brush her fingers through me hair,
And let me fade off into a deep peaceful sleep?

Where is she?
Why am I hurt...
And I know why...
No more than simple a word...
I am alone...

Peter Vector

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