She looked for love,
In the vines and the trees.
She searched for love,
For birds and the bees.
She longed for love,
And traveled the seas,
Only to die,
Of love's twisted disease.
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PoetryPoetry is writing of our most deepest, darkest and most inner thoughts when speaking isn't enough and your voice fails ... The book is a random collection of my thoughts and which I have read and a tale of tragedies and beautiful things in life.
looking for love
She looked for love,
In the vines and the trees.
She searched for love,
For birds and the bees.
She longed for love,
And traveled the seas,
Only to die,
Of love's twisted disease.
