Lonely, a solitary figure steps through the park full of songs and poetry.
There’s no money made from being soft and creative, yet he hopes for love.
Penniless, he walks from window to window, attempting to serenade someone.
He walks home, wondering why he was made this way.
Tag: Solitary
Solitary Thoughts
solitary thoughts
night moves on
awaiting dawn
thinking of you
trees standstill
a bird sings alone
