The joys of solitude
have been spoiled by the love I have for you.
Walking silently in places unknown
use to excite and awaken my traveling bone.
Anymore it just reminds me
that my love is alone.
So wherever I travel
be it land
be it sea
It be not my home
if it lacks you and me.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
The joys of solitude
have been spoiled by the love I have for you.
Walking silently in places unknown
use to excite and awaken my traveling bone.
Anymore it just reminds me
that my love is alone.
So wherever I travel
be it land
be it sea
It be not my home
if it lacks you and me.
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