Just The Thought Of You

My life is so dark, grim, and cold,
I sit by myself, I've got no one to hold. 

 I see everyone else with their significant other,
I wish I wasn't born, I curse my mother. 

 My life has no point, no meaning at all,
when I'm at home, I have no one to call. 

Then all of a sudden, I think of you,
the sun comes up, reflecting on the mourning dew. 

 Birds start to sing their happy song,
I feel like I could take on King Kong. 

 I am no longer sad, there is nothing I can't do.
And I feel this way, because I thought of you.

by Scott Thomas Moy 

Also See: Until I Met You 

                 Happy Rose Day - Poetry