Kept searching for a home I never got to be in,
Kept searching for the soul that would seek mine,
Kept looking for the beauty that never existed,
Everything's a myth, a mysterious desire.
You'll never get to be in the moment, coz your past is your love,
A one sided tragedy, one that you'll never be over.
So you keep hounding the present as if it's responsible for breaking you, while all along the only one to hurt you was you.
.27/4/23.
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The Wonders In Our Head
PoetryAll Oneshots and poems which came from the cryptic mind of a writer.
