If you already visited my blog yesterday, this is the same poem I published last night, however it didn’t get as much traffic as I was hoping, and I think/hope that may have ben party down to choosing completely the wrong title.
“Me, Myself, and I” didn’t really capture the tone of the poem, if anything it sounded a bit tongue in cheek, so hopefully the new title might get it noticed a bit more.
Also Sarah, in the office at work, pointed out a few errors that needed rectifying
Forgive me Father if I have sinned.
But these lonely nights I can’t comprehend.
Just drinking and smoking and waiting ’til dawn.
Watching old sitcoms ’cause I’m bored of cheap porn.
But it’s just me. Myself. And I.
But I’m a survivor, hanging on by a thin thread.
I’m a survivor, so don’t be alarmed or mislead.
Being alone isn’t always lonely.
I’ll get by just fine when it’s just me and me.
Don’t panic, don’t worry, ’cause I’ll get along.
Lying back and listening to old country songs.
With me. Myself. And I.
But I’m a survivor, hanging on to hopes and dreams.
I’m a survivor, I’ll fight ’til I run out of steam.
Remember I won’t always be alone.
Just taking my time, when I find her I’ll know.
I’ll shout from the rooftops and screams at the stars.
It don’t bother me, I’ve not found her so far.
So it’s still me. Myself. And I.
I’m a survivor, never give up or give in.
I’m a survivor, taking bad shit on the chin.
I’ll look in your eyes and you’ll look right back.
I’ll take you in my arms, girl, and that’s a fact.
We’ll both hold tight and we’ll never let go.
When this will be, well I just do not know.
Until then it’s just me. Myself. And I.
I’m a survivor, I know I will find one that’s all mine.
I’m a survivor, but believe, until then, that I’m fine.