its love she's looking for,
yet its love she's afraid of
its the darkness she's most comfortable with,
yet its the darkness she's scared of
longing to be held in arms is what she dreams,
yet letting herself go in those arms is what she restraints from
holding her heart close to her;
protected with shallow walls around,
its freedom she most desires
yet she's her own prisoner
she stands in a crowd with fierce courage to be noticed,
yet its shyness she's accustomed of
with her pain she stands alone;making it her strength,
yet its the very pain she loathes of.
its love she's looking for,
yet its love she's the most afraid of...
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❤❤ ITS LOVE SHE'S LOOKING FOR ❤❤
Poesiaits love she's looking for... yet its love she's the most afraid of! ~short poem~