#feelingloved
Since I was fifteen,
I’ve searched for a home.
Somewhere my heart could
live instead of constantly roam.
I’ve craved a place or town
where I felt loved and accepted.
But every time I thought I got
close, fate simply intercepted.
Sometimes, I even found nostalgic
comfort in new and exciting places,
but I always ended up feeling
betrayed by the same familiar faces.
All along, while I’ve looked for
picket fences or a cul-de-sac street,
I never realized I’d find my home
inside two big brown eyes and a heartbeat.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC
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Blending in and pretending to be someone
It's been my life for years
I'm just a killing machine for hire
Running and hiding seems to be the right thing to do
It was a failed tasked yet I felt relieved
That will be my last task
To start a new life will be hard
A lot of people now are looking for me
Especially my boss that I must avoid at all cost
Why must I leave it unfinished?
Why must I feel this unknown feeling towards my target?
Why does it have to be you?
It's the first time I felt alive, that I'm not just a machine anymore
Like everything and everyone matters
To you I'm just a human being looking for someone to love and care for
My enemies have come
I'll do my best to stay alive for one day I will see you again
Hoping that you'll be well and happy in your own life
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC