The World Is Afraid Of Love

Isn’t it scary?
How other’s label one’s search for love as,
A victim’s mentality?
What if,
I just needed a hug no matter how glad I am to be,
Me?
What if,
I just needed the company of a friend,
Instead of,
The company of my demons?…

Nonetheless,
I move on.
With the power of God.
Because,
Each and every time I cry,
God never fails to give me a shoulder to lean on,
And,
Wipe my eyes of it’s pouring tears…

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