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Poetry

Travelling through the world of love and hurt. It's a train that will not stop when you want to. But god what a journey.

Warning

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by LittleMissLibrary39

by LittleMissLibrary39

Maybe it's a warning
I've been handed the wrong end of the stick.

To be with someone
Doesn't mean to love
To be listened to
Doesn't mean to be head.

I search for love
Even in the darkest corners
Of small forgotten rooms.
I don't think it wants to be found.

Maybe it is in hiding
Watching me prowl
Laughing as I get it wrong
Again.

Proud
As I stand up for myself
Grow an inch with every false discovery.

Amazed
When I stop looking

Stunned
When it finds itself
Creeping out of the shadows
Hoping to catch a glimpse

Heart broken
When it discovers
I no longer want it.

Find me in the embrace of those who love me.
Without the hide and seek.
With those who love me.