*Lonely me*
Feeling unloved, abandoned, unworthy.
I sit here and reminisce the good lovely times.
My restless soul sleeps in the tangled thorns.
The moon is anvil to my mood, thinking about the promises.
When will I find what I can truly call mine.

A longing for tenderness, touch and love.
The fireflies are gone….they’ve flown their way.
On the nights, my soul mate does not appear.
My eyes twinkle, towards the tiles on the floor.
Seemingly, the light seemed to be deeming hope.
A feeling of being Loved.
*Ernest writes✍✍✍*

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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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