My words may not rhyme,
to perfect all the time,
but I say what I feel,
to help me to heal.
I've had far too much pain,
I could never fully explain,
my heart ripped out my chest,
as my love, I expressed.
No one seems to see,
the destruction done to me.
Am I not worthy of love,
to miniscule to think of?
Not suitable to kiss,
or important enough to miss?
Why must I be alone,
and the depths of my love unknown?
Where is my Fairy Tale?
When will I prevail?
Will I ever be found,
or noticed as the most profound?
I just want to have my turn,
of me, someone to yearn.
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