a lil poem about finding love

Finding love is like hunting treasure without a map

Ive been told just hunt for pleasure and that love is just a trap

But at the same time this advice was spoken

By someone who was recently heart broken

Ive never had somebody to love and love me back

And so sometimes I’m scared that I’m straying from the pack

Feeling lonely shitty feelings that start to consume

Maybe I’m wierd, possibly a late bloom?

Which beats up my mental until I’m fed up

And finally decide to hold my head up

Because I know that patience brings the right thing at the right time

So for now I’ll just give my love to rhyme.