Alone but not Lonely Isolating myself from city lights, To talk to my soul under the stars, To hear it's tale of how it's been hurt, How it healed and to adore it's scars. I try to recognise my soul, Hidden behind my anger, smile and pain, Or disguised within the words, I speak , write or hide. Thus, being to myself Doesn't really go in vain. Now I know myself as a person I love And don't need to impress others, As I've known my soul in black, And need not to show them In different colours. ©purvarth #writing #alone #Loanly
