Being alone.
So peaceful yet hurtful.
Cherishing the soundless calming night.
With no one beside you.
Being alone.
So straining yet relaxing.
Listening to my own voices.
Like a crazy fool.
Being alone.
So thoughtful yet worthless.
Thinking of my sweet dreams.
Like a dog wanting to fly.
Being alone.
So troubling yet silly.
But then again it's just me.
playing with my own feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem