Haunted

The loneliness

You can’t escape

It’s there with our without you

It’s there in a crowded room

It’s there on a deserted street

I used to enjoy being alone

Cause I wasn’t lonely

Now I don’t enjoy much of anything

Everything reminds me of something that is no more

Dead flowers of yesterday

Fill my days

And haunt my nights

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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