Love.
It's something I wished I had,
I longed for it.
Now I have it.
I love them,
They love me.
But I can't help but to question,
Is this what I really wanted?
After all this time,
Silently craving someone's love,
Their love,
Is it what I really want?
A broken person's genuine love.
When I can't walk around,
Without putting on a mask,
Using a temporary filler,
To hide my own cracks.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
