I wrote this when I was 15 years old, after spending an hour alone in the bush.
The silence of aloneness, the sound of desertedness
Nothing but emptiness, a fear of nothingness
All around quietness, only a stillness
Maybe it's loneliness, it could just be peacefulness
I'm such a nerd.
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- Lily Lane
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3 comments:
I like it! I would say you were moved by pensiveness rather than nurdiness.
It sounds like a song. You should send it to Elton John.
Aw, thanks lads! :-)
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