I'm a loner. An awful loner.
I created my kingdom and made myself king.
But, sometimes I want to be free from the web of a loner.
I want to initiate every conversations But I remember I'm that king loner who has an empire to rule.
I was told it was friendly in the outside world, So I wanted to be part of the gist and want a lifetime of
attention, but you shut me up....
And now I wished I never left my nest.
So, I moved on, living in my empire I built, where I was king.
Until I met her.
Sorry, until I saw her.
She who was made with sugar and wine
I feel drunk already.
She was a fresh apricot mashed in Amber.
She was there, somewhere in my head.
Where she left a picture of herself.
My woman in her I've found.
But, what could this awful loner do?
She's yet another loner
But a beautiful loner.
She will make a perfect queen to rule this King-Dom:
Where we'll all day grow feelings but fear to share them.
We would drown in the river of eyes communication.
We'll bury ourselves in the grave of insecurities and
inferiority.
Our vulnerability would reign.
Because that's what every loner do.
But we'll remain grateful we did.
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An Indicted Thought
PoetryAn Indited Thought is a collection of Poetry and Prose written aesthetically to evoke the author's imaginative awareness of experience and emotional response that can bring us to a new place through details.
