In this huge house I feel all alone,
With no one here to call my own.

Promises are made, but when broken, they die,
On a lover, I wait who comes by and by.

I dont want to look at the clock,
Reality will hurt my eyes.

Something so simple made too complexed to touch,
But no excuses are to be given when it is used as a crutch.

Endless words fill endless meanings on endless pages,
I document the emotion so that it does not fade with the ages.