Sometimes I write about love, I have yet to even experience the feeling of loving someone - or being loved. I write about him, as if he actually exists in reality. Him, is a "character" of sorts, because he isn't here for the moment. He is someone that I'll love in the future, that I write for at the current times. I have love for him, because I know he's somewhere in the world, but I'm hoping I'll fall in love the second I see him. I sound crazy and delusional, but I mean well. I write about this boy, this man, because I'm waiting to be loved by him, and maybe he's waiting on me too.
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Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
