For lonely people,
a second,
lasts for hours.
For lonely people,
being loved means happiness.
For lonely people,
a chance to create memories,
is the greatest gift of all.
For lonely people,
the only enemy,
is their own self.
For lonely people,
escape,
seems like a beautiful dream.
For lonely people,
anger,
in their best company,
even though they hate it.
For lonely people,
loving whole-heartily,
hurts,
because truth to be told,
for lonely people,
being loved back,
is something they don't believe,
a dream that will probably never come true.
For lonely people,
a smile can be fake,
because they are exceptional actors.
For lonely people,
hope is something they shouldn't,
but they do have.
For lonely people,
future doesn't exist,
because they choose not to think about it.
For lonely people,
the past is the bigger mistake
and the most beautiful memory.
For lonely people,
present is harmful.
For lonely people,
the world is full of little details.
For lonely people,
a pure imagination
and a big heart,
is all they got.
For lonely people,
their loneliness is their worst fear.
For lonely people,
night can be a tough time,
but the following day,
can be the plotwist,
the day that everything changes for the better.
The day they stop being lonely.
The day love finally appears in their lives.
For lonely people,
that day that day could be tomorrow.
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Night Vastness
PoesiaSo many sleepless nights. Nights without stars. Without people. Nights with tears. Nights with hope. Nights full of thoughts. How can anyone sleep these nights? I think I'll just get lost in the night vastness.
