by Ashley
I never laughed, smiled,
held my head high.
I stared into the windows
of someone who is desolate,
sulked in one's self pity.
Who is Ashley?
What am I doing here?
I desire for someone's love
to mingle with mine.
What is love?
Is there a such thing as 'in love'?
What is love if we're not able to feel love?
I've seen you weather the storms of your life.
I live a bitter life,
like the rind of an orange,
without the zing of happiness
that life has to offer.
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