Why do people feel the need,
To dangle love in front of my nose.
Toying with the emotions,
Of a hopeless romantic,
Who so desperately wants to feel.
Feel happiness.
Feel comfort.
Feel accepted.
But more than anything,
Feel loved.
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Terms of Normality
PoetryI'm just a 14-year-old nobody saying it like it is. Well...how it is for a 14-year-old nobody.
