Friday, February 24, 2012


In a new room,
In a new city
That smells like rain 
and my favourite 
colour. Friends ask me
if I miss them
How I want to say
yes, but
now I'm away
I feel I've found my self.
And I would not trade
her, for them.
I'm sorry friends
but alone beats lonely
any day.

1 comment:

Melee said...

This! I adore this. The last line is magnificent and true.