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A personal poem, written during a breakup.
Easier to understand,
Perhaps I shouldn’t dream,
Or maybe it wasn’t real
Perhaps it is meant to be like this,
Is this an imbalance of the wheel?
What I just don’t understand,
Or what I can’t seem to digest,
Is why this only happens to me,
And why not to all the rest?
Is it because I am cursed?
Or do I simply not deserve love?
Will my luck ever be reversed?
Or will it always be this tough?
I am looking for an answer,
I am looking deep inside,
If you know what I am going through,
Then please, can I confide?
My heart feels like a toy,
Played with and used,
My mind is asking questions,
As my body feels abused.
A personal poem, written during a breakup.
Easier to understand,
Perhaps I shouldn’t dream,
Or maybe it wasn’t real
Perhaps it is meant to be like this,
Is this an imbalance of the wheel?
What I just don’t understand,
Or what I can’t seem to digest,
Is why this only happens to me,
And why not to all the rest?
Is it because I am cursed?
Or do I simply not deserve love?
Will my luck ever be reversed?
Or will it always be this tough?
I am looking for an answer,
I am looking deep inside,
If you know what I am going through,
Then please, can I confide?
My heart feels like a toy,
Played with and used,
My mind is asking questions,
As my body feels abused.