Love Story

Hezekiah Jackson

There's a story Of a person Who couldn't find love He looked everywhere Did things He's ashamed of Rather not say The methods he took The roads he traveled To fill this hole in his heart Nothing worked No matter how desperate he was When sexual desires failed Woman that fulfill fantasies Failed When friends failed When family failed He felt so empty So alone Nobody loved him No one at all He was a good person Went to church Prayed Wanted to do the right thing But nothing filled this hole A heart that's been broken Stomped on Bruised Crushed before his eyes Yet when the pieces were put together One piece Tiny Fragile Irreplaceable Can't be replicated Lost... Forever Never to be found But the hope That there's someone Who can help See the pain Frustration From fighting within Waging a war To save himself That seems unending Someone Who can give him their heart Even though he only has his broken heart Put together again and again To offer Someone that can love him As he would love them And a hole that seemed Unable to close A wound Unable to heal Slowly begins to fill, to heal

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alphafemale_

broken but still perfect 👌💙

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2018-09-23 00:45:05

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Hezekiah Jackson

@alphafemale_ thank you

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