I’ve had splurges of lust and moments of heart throbs.
But I’ve never had the real thing
I’ve had a million and one situations where I felt the potential for things to get to the stage
Of engaging romance
But it’s not happened.
I somewhat feel sad about it,
I want to feel what the poets feel after their heart is ripped out and spat out.
I want to feel the real thing when I write a poem about love.
Not an illusion I carry around in my mind.
But I guess I’ll have to wait for my heart to lead me to that path
One day.
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Mary Louise
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