Confusion in life and when it all starts making sense.


Searching

Searching the night
For a memory
Which used to be
Safe and Secure
Now I'm never sure
Searching the day
For a better way
to make it through
Stuff I need to do
Then there was you
Now I search no more
because I am sure
That you are the One
My search is done.



Poetry by Only1way2go
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Written on 2010-08-30 at 11:31

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Bonyo Buogha
Nice read, very nice; skillful even.
2010-08-30