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Awaiting Love (Poem by Gabby)

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Am I the only one who falls asleep lonely? With only a chipped heart beating too slowly. Am I supposed to grow older in solitude- Or do I have a chance to find a love so true? I feel like my hands will always be empty, And I wonder if anyone will ever hold me. If this freckle-painted skin will ever be touched. As insecurities flood in; Will I ever be enough? Will anyone ever smile at me in that way? Or tell me that they love me every single day? I can’t be the only one who wants things like these, But oftentimes, I feel like it really is only me. Is loneliness a permanent inscription in my book? Will I ever gain a man’s second look? Oh, how I wonder if it’s already set in stone, That I’ll spend my time entirely alone. But I have hope that I’ll find a true love; Somebody I can open up to and fully trust. Maybe he’s been praying for a girl just like me- Awaiting a love he’s yet to meet.

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  1. Taco Empress Kyra4/08/2020 08:06:00 AM

    I love this! It has a really cool conflict of love or no love (patience) that's really intriguing and grounded.

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  2. Shaly4/08/2020 08:53:00 PM

    Gabby, this beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous. Its so sweet and heartfelt.

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  3. Anonymous4/09/2020 01:45:00 PM

    WOAH HOW ARE YOU SO AMAZING AT POETRY????? This poem is phenomenal, and the rhyme and rhythms are gorgeous. I really identify with the poem in several ways as well. Hats off to you!!!

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  4. Gabby4/10/2020 03:27:00 PM

    THANK YOU!! That means so much to hear <3

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  5. Storm Constantina4/10/2020 10:50:00 PM

    This is amazing!good job!

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