Alone I loathe all these
Blue memories
Of hard days
In a cold place
Feeling there is
No
Escape
Empty smiles
Waiting for love
Behind tinted eyes
Swimming in the endless
Nothing of
Stale
Air
This is what I call
The hidden colours
Of my life
All I need is someone
To hold tight onto my
Alien
Hands
I looked in my words and made a poem with the first four lines. Cheery stuff