Too many people,
Too many places,
Too many things I've seen,
Things I've done.
Not asking for much,
Just want one,
Only one.
Too many lovers gave it all,
Too many nights under the curse of the moonlight,
Too many friends to give a damn,
Too many dances for just the trance,
Too many times riding the high.
Not asking for much,
Just want one,
Only one.
A strange shape I became,
To make this hole, whole again,
Weekend to the next,
Living in an aesthetic of mess,
Best to avoid an internal mess.
Not asking for much,
Just want one,
Only one,
Asking for a whole lot.
Ever since I was young,
Didn't know the meaning of what I meant,
Now like the sun and the moon it just clicks.
Someone who,
I'd give all my secrets,
All my scars,
All my stories away,
Just to give it all away.
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
