𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐢𝐯. 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛?

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1. march
when is finally my turn?
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the clock ticks
and i'm writing at my desk
what time is it?
i don't know
while i'm writing about the greatest loves of all time
asking myself,
when will be my turn?
when will i be so wholeheartedly and earth shaking in love?
when will my heart flutter and my cheeks burn?
when will someone look at me with heart eyes, while i talk on and on?
when will my lips prickle because of a kiss?
when will i find a person in a crowded room?
when will someone love me unconditionally and so whole, that i will never question it?
when will i just look at a person and smile, because i love them and know, that they love me back?
when will I stop writing about this mind blowing and beautiful love, and finally feel it myself?
but maybe that is my curse
that i will forever write about something,
that i will never have myself
watching people fall in love and get their heart broken
while i sit at my desk
listening to the clocks ticking
while my hand flies over the paper
writes the most beautiful stories about love
which i will never experience

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