Craving and searching
For the right one,
Is never easy 'cause
You're never done.
You fall and trip
You kneel and lend
But they all seem to rip
A part of you 'cause of
The overtime you spend.
That one love knocks on the door,
You're scared to open
Because you've been rapped before.
You look through the eyehole
And you utterly start to get goosebumps.
Is that one person different?
You're terrified.
You want to let him in,
But you're horrified.
You ache and cry,
They fall apart;
You estimate they left,
But you're heart wasn't in its right place and position.
You love them slowly,
Ache so bad.
Every inch of them,
You seem to love so loud.
Messing your mindset
But it is not the right time.
LOVE ALWAYS KNOCKS AT THE WRONG TIME.
And I would vent and people would say:
Love is never wrong,
And never at the wrong time;
you just ache fast.
Sorry that I love hard.
And sorry that I fell fast.
I apologize that I'm pure
And not like this world outside.
But ignoring a beautiful human being,
Is something I wouldn't like to deceive.
I'm going to love him hard,
And so epically.
Even if I get stabbed,
I'm going to act typically.
I'll love purely,
And so sincerely.
Because if young love was pouncing
Then something must me up with my pink walls.
- Fawz MFB
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Finding myself.
PoetryBeing you and being me is nothing close to easy. Finding who we are is one of the most mind's-time-taking, especially at the era of puberty. This explains the feeling you get to feel very often at this era of your life.
