Life has ever been a problem,
Filled with borders of boredom,
Rollin' down drops of tear;
But nobody near to hear.
Loneliness, Oh! I'm done with it;
Not ready to move a bit,
Whatever barrier that comes;
May turn into my kingdoms.
Though strong enough,
I'm forlorn, forsaken and sullen,
Roses are red;
But mine are dead.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
Life has ever been a problem,
Filled with borders of boredom,
Rollin' down drops of tear;
But nobody near to hear.
Loneliness, Oh! I'm done with it;
Not ready to move a bit,
Whatever barrier that comes;
May turn into my kingdoms.
Though strong enough,
I'm forlorn, forsaken and sullen,
Roses are red;
But mine are dead.
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