Saturday, September 22, 2018

Wanderer

Like a drifter you are,
There’s nowhere you belong;
The place you called home,
You don’t stay for long.
You want to be set free,
But you’re abandoned;
Because among all these stones,
You are a pea.
What a tragedy,
The heart suffers from an injury,
Fake love is your remedy,
Loneliness is your enemy.

All you want is to feel loved after all, 
Is to belong to a shelter you can call home;
Like how the seawater leans on the seashore,
Or a mind that can comprehend, a soul that is grown.

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