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, there is a pull inside of you, that peels away all your layers and exposes the undulating terrain of your emotions. It brings out all that, that dominated you in the past ,and now is hitting you with the exact same force as it did th...
