My staccado thoughts after a bad breakup.
So much to learn so little time,
I have had to walk alone
Discontented, alive and barely breathing…
When will fortune smile for me?
Again, I will sit to figure out what could be.
Brutally honest eyes look at me,
I seek and I am scared to find.
I want to see what is mine.
I don’t want much just me,
My love, land, a little piece of heaven.
I don’t care to know where I’ll be
I don’t know who, how, why…
I know I don’t need these people
who pretend.
I have dealt with all those people
In my youth and still…
It haunts from time to time…
I have given, I have loved
Few regrets have I.
With all I am-
Seeking, moving, fighting spirit.
Feeling, loving, wandering, uncertain- evermore.
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