she fell in love again and again,
she wondered how many awards she could win.
If she counted away every piece of her heart
that she gave away to strangers at the park.
To lovers and leavers and half-baked believers
in love at first sight,
that bid you goodnight
and goodbye and I love you, I need you..
yea, right.
A winner a loser, gazed at an angel
no sorry, at an angle
at a soulmate, no, stranger
at strangers she loved for three seconds or eight,
The times she loved and then left it too late.
So give her a prize
For every pair of eyes
that she gives every bit of her
love her goodbye.
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(BASKET CASE)
Poetry"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." -Jack Kerouac
