I thought I'd recognize it when I see it,
I was wrong.
It was a faceless stranger,
And nothing more.
I thought I'd see the signs,
Move past reds and greens,
But I think I took a wrong turn,
Then ended up here.
I cried today in nobody's arms,
Reciting over and over again,
It will come to me someday,
Just not today, not today.
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
