A dear friend said, earlier on, that, lately, I seem lonely. This is due to my words, these words expressed, born here, laid bare for all the world to read, to receive...
I can understand this perception, in some ways it's terribly, cruelly, coldly accurate.
I am very much alone. But, sweet loves of my world, all encompassed, this is my choice, ever divine.
This is my choice. I isolate myself to be alone with my words. The sweet words I write, I read, I speak out aloud to myself, they whisper to me stories untold, worlds unknown, secrets ever grown.
So, sweet loves of mine own, don't fret, don't fear. I am alone. Alone with my words of eternal gold.
I can understand this perception, in some ways it's terribly, cruelly, coldly accurate.
I am very much alone. But, sweet loves of my world, all encompassed, this is my choice, ever divine.
This is my choice. I isolate myself to be alone with my words. The sweet words I write, I read, I speak out aloud to myself, they whisper to me stories untold, worlds unknown, secrets ever grown.
So, sweet loves of mine own, don't fret, don't fear. I am alone. Alone with my words of eternal gold.
