Once, I was Loved..... Now...
....But,
not ......now.
Just, how hard,...... is it.
To just, belong ?
Would that a dying daisy.
Smell, less beautiful.
Than a dying rose ?
Or would, a cloudless sky.
Be, more, .....empty,
than the endless sea ?
Perhaps,
to find passion again.
One has to travel....
And chase..... a dream.
Climb a rainbow.....
Just
Don't make me cry.
Giajl © Jim Love