As I sit here in deep thought all by myself;
I'm thinking of you & no one else:
The thoughts that occur when one is asleep;
But it's happening to me now & it's making me weak;
Weak enough to tell you exactly how I feel;
Even if I tried to lie the truth will soon be revealed:
There comes a time in everyone's life when they may need someone to lean on;
Without having that special someone is like hearing the sweetest little melody and yet no song:
One will always have a friend in God & for most that seems to be enough;
But you see I'm one that needs some verbal comforting when times seem to get rough:
When ever I do find that person I hope they can believe in me & they will be someone that I can believe in;
I guess what I'm in dying need for is a true loving friend!
Close window to return to PrisonPoets page.