The Unkown - Poem by sharon kubeck
Am I wrong for feeling the pain of emptiness?
Of never knowing what is true meaning of happiness?
To doubt what it means to be truly loved by someone,
Being taken advantage of me and just having fun!
For me it takes a lot of trust to build the wall,
Only to have it smashed to pieces and fall!
Why must I have questions of the heart?
To never find an answer to break it apart!
For me to face the unknown and uncertainty,
Is there really a true love out there for me?
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