So desperate for Love;
Willing to go beyond own limits,
Hidden doors be opened;
Behind curtains things become uneven.
Desperation may not be such a bad thing;
Joker today...Clown tomorrow;
Child right now...Adult later tonight;
Instability is a thing...till I find what is right.
Well, what matters more?
Being a Joker?
Yes,
So be it...the rest are a bit later.
Desperate for something...because it is a need;
Some things are easy to have...but others are not;
It’s not because of value...but personal meaning/worth;
Something that if I’m without...the rest would rot.
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With Strangely Loving and Laughter,
Joker44
- Author: Nafis Light ( Offline)
- Published: November 17th, 2019 00:04
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 26
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