There Are Times

There are times, I get lonely.
There are nights, I get cold.
There are times, I just want someone to hold.
They call me fighter, for all the burdens I bear.
They call me a free spirit, for all the laughter I share.
They call me independent, for the life that's my own.
They call me a winner, for all the progress I've shown.
When I'm alone, with my memories.
My only past was with you
My heart keeps building walls,
And let's nobody through
For me, love has no meaning.
Not one I understand.
There are no stars, in these eyes.
No one to hold my hand.
So they call me a loner,
For my heart they see cold.
They call me a poet,
For all the stories I've told.
Stories of romance, with my pen I reveal.
Words on my paper, the only times, I feel.
The man of my dreams,
Across my paper he strolls.
With the pen in my hand,
I hold all the controls.
So they call me a dreamer,
Who lives for a hope
They call me a realist,
For the way that I cope
But I am only a woman,
I have a mind of my own.
I have wants,
I have needs.
I just don't let them be known.
There are times, I get lonely.
There are times, I get cold.
There are times,
I just want someone to hold.

by Patricia Ann Sandoval

Comments (1)

Beautiful words mami.............................Take care..............Luis