On and on I go looking for
Somebody who has a soul that is kind
But also knows how to use his mind
Someone with a taste for adventure,
And bravery that doesn't scare him
Into getting in a new venture.
He who knows how to protect me,
But wouldn't go around patronising me.
Somebody I can go into deep waters with,
Still can giggle around about shallow things,
Someone whose ambition knows no bounds,
But for me, he'll always come around.
Yet what a pricking wound it is,
To know that such a creature does exist.
But he is from my past,
For him, my memory didn't last.
So I'll probably settle down with someone,
Who can't match up into being 'The one'.
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Melencholia
PoetryAbruptly, a pull stirs within, peeling back every layer to reveal the raw terrain of your emotions. Memories surge-echoes of what once dominated, now striking with familiar intensity. Years of unspoken weight break free, pouring forth a torrent of m...
