(Journal entry, written freshman year 2004, I was 14.
Hard lesson, most of us are still learning, let love find you.)
People nowadays use the word love so much that it loses its meaning,
Remedies to solve a broken heart come in a 5 dollar pint of Ben & Jerry’s, so
I choose not to be the girl who wears her heart on her sleeves, but the
Needle who strings back together a best friend,
Contently I sit and wait for the man that’s true, because
Every time you go searching- you end up with nothing;
let him come to you.
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