Alone
He was angry and Alone.
In grief of hiding his fears,
He acted impulsively.
He never found love
And was afraid of being alone
He wasnt enough for her
And wanted to feel alive again
Even though the world against him
hoping to find his little yellow umbrella
To give him hope, and care again
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Alone
He was angry and Alone.
In grief of hiding his fears,
He acted impulsively.
He never found love
And was afraid of being alone
He wasnt enough for her
And wanted to feel alive again
Even though the world against him
hoping to find his little yellow umbrella
To give him hope, and care again
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