The Loner

Two weeks seems like eternity,
waiting for my sanity
As the morning sun hits my waiting skin,
I tell myself "it's another skim"

While waiting for the the right time to talk,
I stood outside of her boundaries and around it I walk
For the start of the third week I walk alone,
seeking comfort and my heart's home

Being paranoid when she talk to another one,
secret tears are shed while drinking rum
I walk alone in this cruel society,

I walk alone in this hated world
Because I find sanctuary in her heart,
only the fear set us apart

I'm the loner who chosen his faith,
I'm the one who needs to be hated
I walk alone in this path of illusion
where her touch is just a fiction