Looking back is fatal,
Looking forward is scary,
But looking at him is peaceful,
When she looks at him she feels beautiful,
He makes her feel so much better,
His touch makes her feel alive,
But there is one thing she must confess,
While she is still a little mess,
Something small,
Trapped deep inside,
She is trying to forget the guys of her broken past,
But jealousy is trying to catch up too fast,
She needs to let go,
Love him and just live,
With the fact that the ship didn't reach land,
And her past loves sunk in quicksand.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
