Mischievous solitude
who speaks the words of my longing.
I run into you amid hustle and bustle of life,
without looking at you
and no longer hoping to see you again .
In my memory box, messages from the void
are piling up .
I don't read them anymore for fear to finding
a date with happiness...
I'm at loss for words to respond .
My lethal solitude ,I desire your black
afterlove aroma .
Sometimes floral essence or verbana
when as evening falls a tear on my
inner weary city that never sleeps...
Finally I hold you close on the sofa
of sepia-toned memories...
'' Are you cold tonight ? The fire is out ...''
But was it ever even lit ?
My solitude you taste like bitter caresses .
The ones we give each other before saying goodbye.
You know..My dreams are waiting for you ...
Echo of my unsaid against the white on the blank...
No...I'ts no hell maybe it's what lies beyond it...
It's no more raining on the hours of our storms .
I locked the door but you still have the key .
crazy muse who inspires my great bare walls...
- you my unbearable companion ,
keep creating more and more chaos in my mind ...
'' I m cold tonight ,but don't light a fire ! ''
It's time to go to tell the world that I'm still alive...
Oh god ,please don't let me find love along the way !
I don't want to betray my unfaithful solitude ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
It's a love affair in which it's impossible to tell who is holding on to whom more tightly: the person to their solitude, or solitude to the person.
The serene image of a well accepted- solitude !
another fine write my friend
An inspiritional figure we all know so well ...
I find solitude an admirable friend to write within
above all ,don't be to possessive with !
warning taken
Lorenz I feel this one I think your unfaithful solitude has been having an affair with me and confession is good for my soul.
Hmm...I forgive this slip -up !
Thank you or is it you're welcome
Luckily she cheats on me sometimes -it gives me some free time !
My friend, this one speaks to me. There are seasons when solitude becomes so familiar that it almost feels safer than the unknown, even when we know it comes at a cost. I could really feel that tension throughout this piece. Loved it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Those who choose solitude give up the chance of being found ...
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