I want to have you. To hold you.
But I've lost it twice before.
How can I keep going round and round.
Excited. Joyous. Anxious. Sad. Angry. Numb.
I want what I want and I'm terrified to want it.
I never thought this would be my journey.
I never thought I'd know this pain.
I don't think I can take another loss and I don't know what to do with that information.
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The Ramblings of a Mad Woman
PoetryWell I don't know if you can actually call this book poetry, it's really ramblings. But that's why poetry is beautiful right? It can be anything. You surrender your soul and write what comes out and that's what you have here. Poems about life, hea...
