Too anxious to fix it


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

I'm lonely, I'm lonely

I'm drifting away

If only, if only

Friends weren't far away.

I've wandered much longer

Than I thought I would

Forever I ponder

If my choice was good

I want so to reach out

And touch someone's hand

Before thoughts can leach out

They're not in demand

Exhausted! I've lost it,

There's nobody left

Who wants all my friendship

I'm lorn and bereft.

If only, if only

If only I dared,

I'd bravely address you,

But I'm just too scared.

If ever, oh ever

You wanted a friend,

Believe I won't leave you!

I'm here till the end.


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These have been my exact sentiments for the past few months. You captured this perfectly.

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