Meant to be
Were we meant to be?
Or was it just fantasy?
It’s hard to tell what’s true
When people hide themselves from you
Trying to find love
Is like rooting through a garden of foxglove
With a potential to kill
Is it worth climbing that hill?
Some would say yes
Despite the terrible mess
Others would say no
Because that’s one less foe
But I remain undecided
Lest I get blindsided
Some might say it’s a cop-out
But it’s one less thing to worry about
A heart full of scar tissue
Can be a real issue
But if you can make it to the other side
It’ll make for one hell of a ride
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"A heart full of scar tissue can be a real issue. Ain't that the truth! I love this poem, thank you for sharing.