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