most nights, i'm here all alone
sittin' on a coach watching the moon
listenin' to the slowly fading sound of the city
wishing tomorrow there would be no more anxiety
you say "pray, pray and everything will be fine"
but i can't see in that very short line
does love needs to be always keep us in line?
whether it breaks you at no sign?
wind blows cold as i closed my eyes
i heaved out a huge sounding sigh
wishing happiness when i thought of you
but sometimes it's the opposite, that's true
one of the most nights when i thought of you, i wish you won't break my heart in two
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Love and Other Anxiety: a poetry collection
PoetryLove and Other Anxiety talks about the irrationality of being a lover, a partner, a friend and of being a person inside a relationship. One of the most crucial part of coming up with the idea of love as a form of anxiety is proving that it can be a...
