Sitting in front of this screen,
Thinking of something,
Leaning on the wall,
For me this is a downfall.
Staring at the side of the room,
I saw a broom,
Leaning on the wall,
It seems lonely just being there.
Lonely,
A feeling of solitude,
I need myself to confide,
This heart needs someone.
Unfinished words are laid,
Nothing is meant to be said,
In a solitary moment,
Senseless thoughts roamed in me.
None is said,
Stuck in this confused mind,
Nothing that I can find,
Seas of unfinished words.
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