Rose Coloured Glasses

Sitting in my room getting dressed,

My mind feels like it's getting messed,

But I persevere to looking great,

For the birthday of my sweet mate.

Walking into the restaurant I feel,

The looks I get, like I am the third wheel,

I find a chair at the end,

Looking at my beautiful friend.

She is very outgoing and nice,

Being her friend, I wouldn't think twice,

As we dine, with delightful wine,

The party of eighteen begin to seem fine.

The chatter and laughter escalate,

Food and wine, hoping for a date,

The band in the corner starts some tunes,

Wondering now, I should have read my runes,

For they could have given me guidance,

To give my mind a bit of balance.

But as the wine and the party kick in,

I feel a sense of a joyful win,

I sing and dance with everyone,

This is the best ever fun.

But as the night progresses on,

My Rose Coloured Glasses that I don,

Will slowly turn to clear,

An arrow in my heart will spear,

As we disperse into the night,

Say our goodbyes and give our hugs,

I walk home as my heart tugs,

For I have felt that feeling,

Many times, I was sent reeling.

Now Home Alone once again,

I find some wine to sustain,

Put on some music to cut the silence,

So not to notice the human absence.

I dance and drink,

Until I can't think,

I fall asleep on the couch,

Not so comfy, I can vouch.

I see the sun rising,

Wondering if I'm wising,

To the fact that I should change,

My ways I should rearrange.

That way I might find something better,

If I try harder to be a go-getter.

What have I got to lose,

Apart from getting rid of the blues.