I want to be loved and love in return.
I want to be desired and desire in return.
I want it so bad; it burns in my heart.
I want it but I never get to have it.
I am a child in love,
waiting for a carriage to pick me up and take me away
in the unknown place, far, faraway
I am a child in love and that's all I ever be.
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It's Not About Us (But What If It's About Us)
PoetryHe / She simply doesn't like us. Period. Sometimes it's hard to get that. That the idea is too foreign. We keep on asking and telling ourselves, "Why not? I am a limited edition, he / she will not find anyone like me." There is a bunch of reasons th...
