Poem -

Haystack

Haystack

I have Been looking for love
And I know it’s very near 
But every time I thought i find it
It always seems to disappear

Maybe I don’t know what it is
that i,m really I’m searching for
What if I had it already?
And let it walk out the door

I feel so lost in this world
like a monkey,s on my back
trying to find some one to love
Is like a needle in a haystack

I though I founded some one
But it was never really a wrap
She made it crystal clear 
When she hit me a slap

So I said ok no problem
Just another notch on my knife
Another pair of high heels 
Stepping all over my life

i guess i went down the road too far
And I can’t make my way back
so i,m just left wondering lost
Like a needle in a haystack

Why do we hurt our self? 
For people who are not worth it
If my grandmother was alive today
she would say 'stop being so stupid

My Grandmother was very smart
It’s like she can see the future
If she says that girl is trouble
Bet your dollar it will ends in disaster

So from today I’m done with love
Stop looking for love completely
If a girl wants to give me her love
then she has to come to find me

and we know it’s not going to happen
So why give my self a heart attack
When it’s clear for me to see 
I’m just like a needle in a haystack

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