Faded, Washed and Without

There is no hope

in me, just an illusion

a foolish little song

whispering pretty words

kind lies, soft sadness

upon my lips

gently kissing time

into tomorrow

loneliness is the song

playing in the background

loneliness is the raindrops

falling across my skin

and i am nothing more

than faded and washed and without

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.