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Single-N-hating it

I am single and hating it,
Or can you not tell,
Waking up each morning, ain’t easy,
Alone in a queen size bed,
My room feels cold and breezy,
Lonely thoughts run through my head,

I was never meant for this,
The single life was not my thing,
I was meant for wedded bliss,
And my left hand misses that ring,

I loved being held each night,
But those days are long gone now,
And the feeling is no longer right,
I’m longing to get it back somehow,

Sitting here on the net until the dawn,
Because there is no one in the bed to go to,
Knowing that my life is all wrong,
But that I have nothing else to do,

The life of a man who truly fears,
The very thought of approaching a girl,
Leaves my heart in tears,
And my mind in a whirl,

Emptiness fills my very being,
Sorrow weighs heavily on my heart,
Yet the sight of a woman I am seeing,
Leaves me longing for a new start,

I am single and hating it,
And feel like I am in Hell.

Author: Keith Ball
November 15, 2003

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