At Nights, I take My Loneliness
and Add to it, a Tear or Two.
Throw in some Emptiness.
Mix them up, till I'm Blue.
Keep them under Cover.
Near to My Broken Dreams.
Then sail My Boat of Sorrow,
on Waves of the Silver Streams.
I could always feel it happening,
when Loneliness was Around.
My Feet which were once steady,
kept sinking in the Ground.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
At Nights, I take My Loneliness
and Add to it, a Tear or Two.
Throw in some Emptiness.
Mix them up, till I'm Blue.
Keep them under Cover.
Near to My Broken Dreams.
Then sail My Boat of Sorrow,
on Waves of the Silver Streams.
I could always feel it happening,
when Loneliness was Around.
My Feet which were once steady,
kept sinking in the Ground.
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