Lonely is just a word which can’t make you so,

Lonely is just a word which can’t make you so,
When you’ve thousands of thoughts irritating and tingling in your mind,
Whose seeds in actual life want to sprout.
Sometimes imagination can be as imaginary as infinity,
It’s such a pity.
The endless wars that you fight in your mind make you ponder over your loss,
When you think the right person to be Gross.
Maybe I’m drowning in a stream,
Which is as pretty as a dream,
In which flaws are actually missing,
Where you get a person very supporting.