Lonely

I stand in the hallway All alone. I look all aruond me And there people in love. People hugging and kissing, Talking and laughing. Together arm in arm, They walk down the hall. One couple stops for A compastionate kiss. I watch them all Loathing them for what they have. True love is a precious thing, You must grasp it in your hands,

And never let go. I have nothing to grasp. So, Here I stand, All alone, Waiting for someone to hold.