I'm always the one wishing.
Always the one thinking.
Always the one hoping
Always the one feeling lonely.
Everyone is off in their own world's together.
and I'm stuck in mine, alone with a notebook and a pen
writing about being lonely.
Just like I am now.
And I hate having no one to share my world with.
It's too big to explore by myself.
I wish you were here, with me.
then I wouldn't be alone.
and I'd be happy.
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...
