So what happens if the person I like doesn't like me back? Do I sit there and cry? How am I supposed to feel if I thought it was going somewhere? Clearly I don't have a quality you want but that's okay. I accept myself. I am okay and that's truly fine. I know they say love is blind, but you can see when people LIKE you; I like you . Even inside my broken, full of madness, home, you are my light at the end. You are... that little smile that makes me less depressed. I fell in love with your heart of gold. Home is truly where the heart is. So much as to where you belong to a temple, that has a shrine, that holds the tabernacle, filled with the body of my love for you. So much so that it causes me to make myself be okay with myself all because I didn't know how to feel, but was willing to let you go to see your happiness.
- Author: lay lay (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 31st, 2017 00:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Love comes from God. Regardless of your religious status per se, love is forever. Infinite. I believe in God, and I decided to compare my love in this poem to something I believe in in metaphoric way.
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Nicely crafted. 👍🏼
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