She looks to me,
but I do not know how to make things right,
because when I say my piece,
and when I say what I feel,
it is never right,
and we always disagree,
and on romance we are mostly like two ships passing,
not so quietly in the night,
and of romance when she tries to ask for my help,
we have such different views on things,
that whatever I say it never comes out right,
and when we disagree, she always has tears in her eyes,
and oh, how painful it is,
and although we are friends, and although I listen,
she will not listen, and she will not accept my advice,
and although I care,
I truly care,
we sadly on romance are like two ships,
not so quietly passing by in the night,
and we are miles apart,
and my heart although it feels for her,
my advice it complicates things,
and oh, how many tears do fall from her eyes,
and I try and I try, and I sympathise,
but oh, how she cries,
oh, how she cries. So be it,
peace and quiet is what I need,
no more the hurry and the scurry,
and the frantic life that only brings misery,
yes, I have had enough,
I have had it up to here with malcontent,
and stress and misery,
so no more the cacophony and bombacity,
that does ill content breed,
yes, just peace and quiet for me is what I need,
peace and quiet and soliloquy,
and places where I can be,
relaxing and relaxed,
and stress free,
because busyness no longer do I need,
and all I need is somewhere with quiet and calm,
so, I can think clearly and just be,
just be me,
unencumbered,
and unfettered by life’s chaos and stresses,
that do no good for my sanity.
