Loving Again
Am I late on my journey,
Or I just must begin?
I need passion, illusions;
An exciting new friend.
Am I late for a lover,
For a kiss, to hold hands?
Maybe I need to start dreaming,
Or to have better faith.
I am tired of waking- all alone and depressed,
To expect the unexpected;
And to sob in the rain.
I wish I can be younger,
Run free lose with full zest;
No regrets and no worries,
And embrace love again.
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