Since I was young and had memories of,
I always wanted somebody to love;
My heart even then, ached and longed,
For someone to love, and to me only, belong;
I wasn't happy with being with me,
Thought, happiness came from the outside, you see;
The love of myself, came so many years after,
Through heartache, pain and crying with laughter;
I found myself worthy and quite fun to be,
Just with myself, just to be me;
Sometimes I forget and I lose my way,
Let people I love, make my happiness stray;
I have to search hard, look deep from within,
Search out the love from the place it has been;
I will be happy, I'll make it so,
For the love of myself is most important, I know;
1 comment:
Good one, Ma!
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