I always hear those incredible stories of love

those awkward tales of big sparks and doves

Of 2 unfarmiliar souls meet and know at once

That they have been missing an entity all along

I hear tales of people travelling the world around

looking for that someone who brings out their sound

Of misadventures and remarkable facts

and of how to excel in love with the use of tact

I watch movies and learn about life 

of how different cultures deal with concepts so rife

How harry met sally, cassablanca too

of how a man tells his girl its all about you.

its kinda hard for a young man to swallow

so much love sometimes feels so shallow

but sitting alone on my couch on a saturday night

just makes me think something is not right.

Have i offended gods i ask? A feeling begins to creeps

that feeling so black it makes me just want to leap

The bleakness of my room beckons for me to come

Another night without you, another day to come.