Love
love...
So many definitions to it..
Too much, I can’t remember..
Mine’s “sacrifice” but it got me single till O-10 October,
So I force myself to follow the trial that even small feet mark,
Dating all jerks and ass-wholes who think they reach beyond crunk...
Smoking, partying and getting drunk...
All part of their definition of life,
So being my open minded self I let them in..
Watch as they open all rooms and raid my fridge,
Smile and fake laugh to their jokes hoping I fit in,
What can I say? Can’t blame anyone for it,
I wanted to grow...and find love...
I’m trying, I really am but where the **** is it?!
Maybe I lost it, or maybe I have it or I’m yet to search for it,
Word is u can’t replace your mind to where your heart is,
God knows I keep trying my hardest
...to please...
Copyright © Vera Gold | Year Posted 2013
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