Why oh why my dear Loneliness do you never let me sleep?
I love you dearly but I don’t like you at all.
Because your presence is great, yet too small.
Your hands never touch
Your lips never kiss
Even a whisper would bring me bliss
I have a trick, a trick up my sleeve, “someone’s coming Loneliness, hurry up, leave!”
so she hides away,
as long as they stay,
sometimes a moment,
sometimes all day
But when a night falls and the stars grace the sky,
Here she comes creeping
Why oh why?