ITS LOVE SHE’S LOOKING FOR..

Its love she’s looking for,

yet its love she’s afraid of

its the darkness she’s most comfortable with,

yet its the darkness she’s scared of

longing to be held in arms is what she dreams,

yet letting herself go in those arms is what she restraints from

holding her heart close to her;

protected with shallow walls around,

its freedom she most desires

yet she’s her own prisoner

she stands in a crowd with fierce courage to be noticed,

yet its shyness she’s accustomed of

with her pain she stands alone;making it her strength,

yet its the very pain she loathes of.

its love she’s looking for,

yet its love she’s the most afraid of…

 

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