Laying on the grass by the lake.
I don't know when I'll feel this again,
Loneliness is my most common mate.
Cuddled on the couch talking to the TV,
voices bombarding my head.
The eyes stare the voices glare but they aren't talking to me.
I'm imagining she's in my bed.
The pillows never seem to hug back.
iTunes playlist aren't quite my forte of conversation
I'd rather a guitar solo on a broken track,
than to admit I'm taking a lonely vacation.
I'm going hoping that when I reappear
my sweet darling lonely will disappear.
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