Eye of the Beholder...
Love is in the eye of the beholder
But along life's winding road someone must've forgot
to have told her.
Love and hate
She struggles to live her life through fate.
All along-through all of this mess
She has only one thing to confess.
"My life is not my own
but all along I've somehow grown
My heart not even belongs to me
my eyes linger only to the sea
I've never loved and never had been lucky to be in it
My heart has never soared beyond the sky's limit."
Unlucky for her all along
Her views of life and love had been all wrong.
If she had let her heart take over instead of fate
Her life would've been filled with love instead of being
filled with only mistakes.......
- Joeann L. Hunter
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