To be loved
In contempt for ingratitude for the desire to love
The man tends to this belittled
In order to be the stepladder or the right love to pass
Where the dream merges into the illusion of being charmed
But what's the point of giving him a chance
The one who will surely plant the spear in us
Yes in the heart
Causing us the worst pain
The void fill the unenclosed scar
Seeking to escape into the mysterious nature
From the passions of anger aroused to furious sensation
About the Creator
Jean Bernard Dessources
I have a 4 year old daughter . I use writing to bring out everything that hurts me . All my texts are part of what I'm going through:my loneliness doubts fears broken heart . Please read and encourage me by leaving your comments.
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