He looked for a joy,
Saw his life as a toy,
He cried for fun,
His happiness to come.
He used beautiful meds,
To clear his mind’s mess,
He craved for sweetness,
Killing his loneliness.
They come along, move on,
After all he stays with none,
Another sweet dream has done,
Maybe it’s just a good sign.
Close your heart's door,
Your true self is not a bore,
Loneliness is actually a help,
To be in harmony with yourself.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
He looked for a joy,
Saw his life as a toy,
He cried for fun,
His happiness to come.
He used beautiful meds,
To clear his mind’s mess,
He craved for sweetness,
Killing his loneliness.
They come along, move on,
After all he stays with none,
Another sweet dream has done,
Maybe it’s just a good sign.
Close your heart's door,
Your true self is not a bore,
Loneliness is actually a help,
To be in harmony with yourself.