Sometimes I find love,
where love is not wanting to be found -
How beautiful it is to find treasure in you,
Where you find only dirt.
Exquisite sadness.
A tragedy that only my heart knows how to break for,
Over and over
A swell of boom or bust.
Where X marks the spot,
But x means stop,
Means unknown
Means incorrect
Means keep out.
I wonder if anyone will find the love in me,
If I stop giving out free maps.
"The stars live here"
Maybe if I just wrote "home"
Underneath my skin
I would be more easy to find
When you touch me,
Before you leave.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
Sometimes I find love,
where love is not wanting to be found -
How beautiful it is to find treasure in you,
Where you find only dirt.
Exquisite sadness.
A tragedy that only my heart knows how to break for,
Over and over
A swell of boom or bust.
Where X marks the spot,
But x means stop,
Means unknown
Means incorrect
Means keep out.
I wonder if anyone will find the love in me,
If I stop giving out free maps.
"The stars live here"
Maybe if I just wrote "home"
Underneath my skin
I would be more easy to find
When you touch me,
Before you leave.
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