pictures dun usually tells the truth

If love is companionship,

then why am i alone?

if companionship is happiness,

why do ppl still quarrel?

if things were ever so easy to define,

i wun b crying myself in the dark

if life is ever easy on me,

i dun hav to fret.

alcohol becomes my friend,

cigarettes in my hand.

sometimes a group of people gather,

u wonder,

how lonely is their soul.

is the attached really happy?

is their bonding of smiles pulling a heart down?

are the singles dreaming n thinking of their partner,

is the other side doin the same,or flirting away.

while i sit here and think,

i start to feel,

the contradicting.

the little things,

we fail to notice.

yc