For you I write, for you I draw

Im here on the floor, barely holding the phone
In a house full of people I still feel so alone
with only your voice to soothe
take away the invisible bruise

This place doesn't feel like home
No white picket fence, no garden knome
No happy family sat together round the table
without love i just dont feel able

But that is something you always give me
you open my eyes and make me see
that there beyond the tunnel is some light
your warmth helps me throught the cold night

So when i feel lost in solitude
I start to get depressed and brood
I remember your face, your voice, your toutch
and then the bad things don't hurt nearly as much

So i made this little rhyme
to help me pass monotomous time
so until our souls meet once more
I will write and I will draw