Confessions of a Loner and His Broken Heart
Sometimes love can make us more lonely than being apart.
I might be gone tomorrow, but I'm on my way tonight,
Without you, I’m the wind blowing wild and free,
Though, you once said you’ll follow me anywhere;
Your eyes tell me you don’t even care,
I know I can’t change you, it hurts more that I can’t.
Let's be lonely together.
I might be here tomorrow, but I’m invisible tonight,
Let's meet at the bottom of a bottle, where you’re poison laced with desire,
Now I'm running away my dear carrying my cross and all my fear,
I must figure it out without you;
Though you're the high, I cannot live without.
Let’s be lonely together.
I won’t come, now or any longer,
The buzz has worn off,
Only now did I realize my hands were tied but not tight enough,
The glorious adrenaline rush in my blood was a constant flatline,
Once did I try to tear it all down, now I realize it is far too late.
About the Creator
Mario Castelli
Merely a writer that sees the world through a lens of both logic and abstraction, that enjoys thinking deeper and learning of things shrouded in mystery and advocating for the silent.
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