I looked for it in dark tunnels.
Down cold alleys.
In broken souls.
Looked for it in men with sadness behind their eyes and manipulation on their tongue.
I looked for so long yet,
I was left with strangling insecurities & scars across my heart.
What was I looking for exactly ?
To feel wanted, loved & needed.
Still looking ...
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoesíaI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
