Tag Archive: alone


Perfect Match 

By pairs they came

And lived together

By pairs they went

And loved each other

They clicked

They matched 

While I walk alone

Easy Love

If loving was easy

If to be loved were all that

Then why are there people 

Who still feel lonely all the time?

About Being Single

Every single day they tell me

Tease me

And sometimes it hurts me

Because a single word can be hurtful 

When every single time you are told

As if you do not feel a single emotion 

As if you are not smart enough to understand 

Because they think being single is a disappointment 

When truth is, their single mindedness 

Is the real problem

Am I Alone?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Can anyone here me out there?

Does anyone know I’m here

Or that I even exist?

Here’s a little something from one of my favorite poets.

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From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were — I have not seen

As others saw — I could not bring

My passions from a common spring —

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow — I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone —

And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —

Then — in my childhood — in the dawn

Of a most stormy life — was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still —

From the torrent, or the fountain —

From the red cliff of the mountain —

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold —

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by —

From the thunder, and the storm —

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view —

Preference 

I prefer to be alone

I prefer to walk on my own

Is it so wrong?

Blissfully Single 

She’s selfish 

Prefers to be on her own

They don’t understand that her singlehood is her bliss!

I Could

I could tell you everything 

I could give my world

I could do anything

Like make ribbons of rainbows that twirled.
I could be riding a shooting star

Travel the galaxy

Yes! I could go far

Without making it a fallacy.
I could bend and break you

Make you bleed and beg for more

I could turn you black and blue

You won’t even get a score.
I could conjure butterflies out of thin air

I could smile sweetly

But you won’t get a share

No, you will regret me.
See I could be the love that you think I am

I could be your dream

But you don’t see that I’m a sham

See I’ve got some scheme.
I’d could be with someone but I prefer to be alone

Because I choose not to be a queen in some elses throne.

I’m Better Off Alone

You see I’d like to find someone to share this life we all live

But I don’t want just anyone, this love is not easy to give.

If it’s the wrong fit, then I’d rather spend my life alone

Than choose to be with the wrong one, I’d rather be left unknown.

I do not rush to things such as the matter of the heart

Because when it hurts I easily fall apart.

So if I don’t entertain your advances,

I don’t go with your pick lines or your subtle glances,

It’s because I see you as the wrong fit

And I’m better off alone than settle and just sit.

Here I am under the stars just like a dream

And it’s just me

And I can’t be more than happy

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

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The single speaks her mind

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