A poem for all of those that feel the same.

A sequel for down on one knee.

I think it'd be fun to be a pirate.

Guess I'm just the theaters lone wolf.

Am I a poltergeist or a sculpture in this world.

For all the romance, for all the love, there's another moment I spend alone.

"We are friends," that's what I thought.

Eventually something will happen.

Is it just bad luck, that everyone leaves.