I don't want to live alone
in this never ending twilight zone.
I can be a disaster, accident prone.
Don't mind my face, if it looks like a drone.
Sometimes I get a lot of negative attention.
some accidents with uncanny preventions.
I'd like to be a mother, one day, and skip the caesarean section.
I'd like to find me a lover;
someone who'd get along with my father
someone who'd get along with my brother,
god knows he'll never meet my mother.
I'd like some support in my existential crisis.
But falling in love with me would almost be prize-less.
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Author:
Adrianna Kjeld (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
What happened to your happiness from the last poem, Adrianna?
Maybe you should look at the world through one of your fuzzy socks!
I guess the love you have to find yourself.
Last week was a hard one, just really depressed, lonely. Single, losing friends, family is stressed, was just too much...and all my fuzzy socks were dirty, but they're in the dryer rn, so maybe that'll bring some more good. 🙂
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