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

2018-09-22 20:31:15

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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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2018-09-23 13:05:16

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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx

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I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?

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