This shit is getting hard. Does anyone really want love anymore? Sure, I’ve had my quick flings and done some strange things. When I take it slow, same outcome though. Except one takes two dates and the other takes years. Time flies until you cry those tears. Not just any tears, but the ones after heartbreak comes. A flood. They say time stops while your drowning. Same applies when you’re spiraling.
You see, I wear my heart on my sleeve. Stabbed, beaten, and everything in between. But I still have love for hope. And that hope loves me genuinely. So maybe I’ll be gifted in return with that which hope receives.
Please believe.
Until then, stay gold pony boy. I’ll be in the streets with the rest of the Outsiders.
Better to have loved and lost than to have no love at all. Jury is out on that one.
I'm and up and coming writer from Memphis, Tennessee that believes we are all born to play our part in the universe. I'm on a mission to inspire others as well as stir your imagination through my passion for words. Here, you'll find inspirational poetry, all original fictions, and random events about my life. If you're reading this, please take a moment to comment or send an email so I can thank you personally for taking the time to read my work. That and I really like to connect with others and learn your story as well. My first novel will be releasing July 7, 2020 titled "Universing". Thank you for visiting my corner of the web.
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