A man has his wife,
And a queen has her king,
But when it comes to me; Strife…
No such thing, not even a fling.
Not one person is willingly mine,
Mine so sweet as to not be my valentine.
If I am to spend a life alone,
How long should I wait?
For my heart to turn to stone.
A lover has his companion,
And a girlfriend has her boyfriend,
But I have no net to land in.
And no one to hold me until the end.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 5:17 PM UTC
A man has his wife,
And a queen has her king,
But when it comes to me; Strife…
No such thing, not even a fling.
Not one person is willingly mine,
Mine so sweet as to not be my valentine.
If I am to spend a life alone,
How long should I wait?
For my heart to turn to stone.
A lover has his companion,
And a girlfriend has her boyfriend,
But I have no net to land in.
And no one to hold me until the end.
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