The back alley love fringed on joy
That you crave so desperately
Will only come
When you least expect it
Love is not on a timer
In fact
To love, all time is relative
Traveling in its own domain
She'll reach out to you only if
You can handle it
Even if
You aren't sure you can
He'll place his hand on yours
For reassurance
Or to reassure
And it's your job to grasp it
Never turn a blind eye
Because she's always a step head
Waiting, just waiting
For the perfect moment
With chronic love comes chronic pain
And he is glad to bring both
And with time
You can learn to spot the difference
Though she may hurt you
Though he may lie
Love comes at the right time
And you won't have a choice
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The Poetry Collection [Editing]
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
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