Is love about something I want?
Why does it feel like a hunt
For warmth, connection, happiness;
Something that I myself miss.
I feel stupid when I think,
As almost every time I shrink
Into some stupid little cat
That no one needs to love to pat.
Where does the innocence stay?
Back in time and far away
It could have been,
Now there's dried blood on my chin.
What happened with the world, me?
The only waves I catch, reach my knee.
They are uncontrollable and hard,
Really thought I could protect my heart.
- Ann
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Slow Dancing (Poetry)
RandomSlow dancing makes me see, What I want to express through poetry. - Ann ------------------ This is my poetry collection in which I show you some of my poems. Some are also included in my novels, others aren't. Feel free to explore this creative spa...
