In a Sea of Lonely Nights

A lonely boy in a sea of lonely nights
in that last hour of the day
capturing words he wishes he had said
writing them down
so they’re out of his head

Music fills the air
soothing the tension
lessening the cares

Take a trip to the other side:
what makes the other person tick,
what makes them come alive,
what’s in their head they’re trying to hide

While reaching out for a connection
lost and longing for attention
it’s someone in his bed
that doesn’t know the depths
of the tears he’s shed

But it’s still a mystery;
where did it all go wrong
was it this way all along

Thousands of poems captured on those lonely nights
but not a one could do
when it’s just not you


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Think of Me

Worst thing about New Year’s Eve,
Being a romantic
But no one to love you the way you need
I’m holding back the urge to walk away
I’m holding onto responsibilities,
Accepting my fate

Oh, will you please think of me
When you’re kissing your lover
Send your positive vibes,
Your good thoughts,
Your shout outs,
Send me a love I’d not want to live without


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Relief

Sleeping next to you
We don’t say the words we need
The nights get lonely
Would it be easier living without me

You watch as I tumble down
You watch as I fall to the ground
Would you pick me up and piece me back together
Would you stand me up and love me forever

Am I someone you want
Am I someone you need
Are you happy now
Or are we part of the lost and found

You watch me as I crawl on the floor
You watch me as I beg for more
Would you give me some relief


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Romance is Dead

After the kids go off to bed
And the one lying beside you confirms that romance is dead
Longing to be desired,
Aching for a spark,
A resemblance of burning fire
Each of you knows something is missing
Nights are better spent kissing
But it’s a long empty night
There isn’t relief in sight
All that can be said is:
Our romance is dead


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One