cgh0501
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Poems of love, the unrequited kind, laced with words from a foolish mind. As I have been poisoned with the love of love, dancing with shadows since I was young. Always twirling in fantasy for the things I've only seen on a screen. I've waited and waited for the antidote to my fairytale dreams-
But maybe it's missing, or maybe it was never made. Still, I am full of wishes for "the one," longings for him, wonders for strangers I once told the stars could be it. It just never is.
That's the thing about love for me... will it ever be requited?