Maybe it just that -
things are misplaced
this time,
it feels lonely,
but I hate crowds too,
I keep on telling,
telling myself that I can,
that I will be able to,
that I ...
Seeing myself as a bridge -
that people keep walking on,
sometimes I feel happy,
but sometimes I feel lonely,
Trying to leave,
trying to say goodbye,
but I don't see good in a goodbye.
- Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 13th, 2024 07:02
- Category: Sad
- Views: 24
Comments1
I like farewell.
Glad to hear that
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