Poem By Mien Bless

Loving casts and lying tarts
Mending traits and hurt crates
Soulful parts and broken hearts

We all go through
You have too

One too many a time
And we wonder, if its even worth a dime

We all learn
From what we discern

But yet we are blind
To the hurt that is inclined

The truth is...
You and me...
We are crooked...
More than love, its the hurt that's got us hooked...

Comments about Hooked

True, we love feeling sorry for ourselves.

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