Early in the morning ,Late at night
Making stories with my brain
No one to talk to
Because I’m lonely
No , I’m not lonely , because loneliness is always with me
Me and my pen , doing poetry
I feel tired and lie down and I don’t sleep
I cry everyday why is loneliness always with me
It’s me , the person with dreaded skin
It’s me the one who loved , but-
The love went to waste
It’s me , the person trying my best
But I don’t succeed
It’s me the poor boy
It’s me having expectations
That light will guide me home
And ignite the ‘ ghost’ inside me
I wake up every morning feeling so lonely
Like nothing goes right
Wondering why my life has to be such a mess
© Steven Ken
Reklamlar