Being Alone and Being Lonely,
Are two different things,
For Alone could mean contentment,
While Lonely could mean tied in strings.
There can be comfort in being alone,
When you stare at the stars on a dark night.
You sip in from a mug of coffee,
On a lovely moonlight.
You can hug yourself,
Or simply embrace the waves,
While you remember that special one,
Who stood by you in glee.
You could follow your favourite passion,
Or just spray a canvas in paint,
Being Alone can be a special gift,
Just walk your life in grace.