And I can see the real person.
Wanting to love.
Wanted to be loved.
I once had her,
But my grip wasn't tight enough.
And that love slipped away.
Being hurt seems to be a part of our lives.
But it doesn't have to be.
For I have found love.
If only she would turn around.
And see who has been there.
And who always will be.
Then she can say she found love too.