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I look for love everywhere,
Because I'm scared I might miss it,
I look for love everywhere,
Because my heart is empty of it,
I am looking for love,
Somewhere I couldn't see,
I am looking for love,
Somewhere I couldn't be me,
My heart is already needy as it is,
I have to satisfy it, I have to,
It looks for something special,
Someone to hold on to desperately,
Someone to hold on to,
For love, for company, for approval,
Just so when one pulls away,
It completely rips apart,
And the other piece,
Is taken with the escapade,
Of the guy,
Who has the other half of my heart,
And this is why, folks,
That I believe in the saying,
Two broken hearts,
Make one same whole,
Because you'll meet the right one,
The right broken heart,
That will fit the cracks of your other half,
Making you whole like ornaments,
And because it is so fragile,
You protect it with so much vigilance,
That you forget... you forget that nothing,
Nothing lasts forever,
Love for me,
Must be the only weed,
In the sunset-kissed meadows,
Filled with thousands of blooming lavender,
Love for me,
Must be the roses,
That grow in the winter,
But you'd have to endure your blood trickling down its stem and set of thorns,
Love is fickle,
Yet kind,
Love is broken,
Yet manageable,
It's confusing;
It's understandable,
We think we know,
But we're really ignorant,
It hurts and it comforts at the same time, like seeing,
A wilting willow tree; knowing another one will replace its place,
A falling bird with blood on its plume; knowing someone is fed tonight,
A flower that was picked; knowing someone will be overjoyed when given a bouquet,
We cry for it,
But we never learn,
And we never start learning and never stop crying,
Because we'd always believe,
No matter how gray and bitter,
No matter how blue and salty,
That love will come,
He'll rescue you, you'll rescue him,
That destiny would take its course,
Its promise it would withhold,
And we hold on to the hope of waiting,
Because we were taught love as a "wait for it" reward.
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Hi guyses~
I can't commit to always updating this story, but I'll definitely try.
I just needed an enlightenment in my life because it has been hectic ever since I've started seeing the world as an adult. I had so many adjustments to make, and I still am.
To the people who were waiting, I'm sorry for taking so long. I'm sorry for being missing in action.
To the people who have kept this story in nooks of their libraries, I'm thankful for still keeping this.
Hopefully, this story would become more successful.
#lavya
By the way, I tried writing poems in Free Verse. I hope you'll like it! If you don't like it that much, don't worry. I'll still published strict ones.
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
