Loner


I wimp and nurse the wound 
I got from the bullet Of life Villains
I scribble down my agonies and pains.
with tinted cries and swinging mood

I married  my cozy room
acquainted to my pen and brown chair
I dine  with my own Shadow
with feelings puntured like broken barrow 


I've lived In an empty Ville,
where emotion are hard to craft

Life of a Loner I  bred
Struggles to see the greyish side of eachday

#iamteazhy

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