Nervous in a car with a stranger
I hear the wind echo through the leaves
And every ominous feeling is just another reminder
When I walk down dark streets I long for neon city lights
Everything I see, ruptured fantasy when you don't believe in me
All my fears dissipate and it's magic, lighthouse towards the horizon
When I feel tainted by your words my heart gets lonely
But this solitude is growing on me.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I like your choice of words in this one . Sometimes it’s easier to be alone .... others can hurt us so much .
Yes, the solitude is growing on me!
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