I love
and wait to be loved
only to feel “Maybe I am not that bad”.
I wonder what that says
about who I am as a person.
In love
I can’t help but put my all,
put up the act of selflessness,
of fierceness.
Be the creature of passion
that I rarely am by myself.
How terribly normal I look
in the arms of my shape-shifting beloved.
How terrible it makes me feel-
this normal love,
that I can never get by being myself.
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Ja, en bild och några ord eller så.
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From where I stand...
My heart, mind and soul...transcribed!
Such a shame
True. Nothing can be done about that. Things are what they are. 🙂
Thank you for your marvelous posts throughout the year.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Nayana
Thank you so much.
Really glad that you liked my posts as much as I like yours. 🙂
Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New year Eddie 🙂 😀