poetry
Omen
21:13
[Watching The Storm - U137]
To me,
love is an omen.
Good or evil --
but evil seems more suitable
based on my past experiences.
Blessed with a curious mind,
and the ability to charm.
Cursed with not knowing how to love,
being highly emotional
and my impracticality.
Flaws
combined with dark thoughts
cloud my sense of perseverance.
It's okay.
I don't know where this is heading,
but loving one's self
is more liberating
than loving another.
I love myself enough,
to know what I deserve.
Do you?
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