Ever since I could remember I longed to be loved. But not just any love, the love that I could see
The love that was lusted by others. Love I could call my own, but instead it’s borrowed.
Borrow from anything or someone because I can’t find the place I thought I left it.
I searched on the top cabinet, underneath my bed but I still could not find it.
I looked in my car, just in case I drove away with it.
I looked inside the heart of the one I call my love but, it was empty or
Maybe I just cannot see what I don’t feel.