Alone again in my own space
Trying to catch my solitary face
Here I a still waiting for you
Still I'm alone and all I see is blue.
Sadness can, in times, kill someone
Despite that, sadness is my way of fun.
It is sadness that make time fly by
But never in my sadness did I cry.
Soft gentle words I speak here,
As soft as the sound of a dropping tear.
Indeed solitude has its own way,
Yet this way is blue even till day.
I wait alone dried up of hope,
Hope that keeps rolling down on a slope.
A hope filled with spikes and rocks.
Still I'm alone in solitude caged up with locks.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
Alone again in my own space
Trying to catch my solitary face
Here I a still waiting for you
Still I'm alone and all I see is blue.
Sadness can, in times, kill someone
Despite that, sadness is my way of fun.
It is sadness that make time fly by
But never in my sadness did I cry.
Soft gentle words I speak here,
As soft as the sound of a dropping tear.
Indeed solitude has its own way,
Yet this way is blue even till day.
I wait alone dried up of hope,
Hope that keeps rolling down on a slope.
A hope filled with spikes and rocks.
Still I'm alone in solitude caged up with locks.
Just dug out some old poems, really cringe tbh looking at it now
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