Too anxious to fix it
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm drifting away
If only, if only
Friends weren't far away.
I've wandered much longer
Than I thought I would
Forever I ponder
If my choice was good
I want so to reach out
And touch someone's hand
Before thoughts can leach out
They're not in demand
Exhausted! I've lost it,
There's nobody left
Who wants all my friendship
I'm lorn and bereft.
If only, if only
If only I dared,
I'd bravely address you,
But I'm just too scared.
If ever, oh ever
You wanted a friend,
Believe I won't leave you!
I'm here till the end.
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Fantasist
These have been my exact sentiments for the past few months. You captured this perfectly.