Bad at love
Repeating old mistakes
Falling harder each and every time
Love is a poison
And I intend
To drink this remedy
Everyday
Waiting for my
destiny
Love shall find even the undeserving
Yet the deserving only find love at the end
People who don’t look
Find gold
People searching for ages
Find fools gold
So if love is poison
Let it drown me
And then I may find gold
Copyright © Fiona Summers | Year Posted 2025
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