Alone, one important word that sculpted me
Alone is the lock on my hidden cage
I need someone to give me a blank page
All I ever wanted was some company
The loud silence is always haunting me
I didn’t want anyone to be my sage
I never meant to act with so much rage
I really need someone special to see
I am the yellow leaf in so many green
It may be crazy how much I desire
A friend beside me with a shoulder to lean
But in the end it comes back as fire
Constantly I feel I’m chilled to the bone
In a crowd of many; I am alone
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