Sitting on my porch,
On my bench painted white, with the light on.
Waiting for the pain to start to scorch,
Wondering why everyone in my life is gone.
The autumn air, so brisk and so chill,
Frost bites my face, leaving a sting.
Waiting for my heart to refill,
Trying not to worry about a single thing.
It's hard to think about your last time,
Because it's so unpredictable.
You don't know when Heaven's gates will chime,
Or when the devil can be so despicable.
I lay down hoping, praying in the cold,
Wishing someone would grow closer.
I don't want to be fearing getting old,
But for now, I'm just lonely in October.