In the still of the night, questions take flight,
Will someone ever love me, and hold me tight?
I walk with my baggage, a heavy heart’s weight,
A journey of sorrows that plays on my fate.
Each piece of my past, like stones in my pack,
A story of heartache that I can’t hold back.
Yet in the shadows, a flicker of hope,
That love, warm and gentle, can help me cope.
I dream of a day when I’ll lay down my load,
And find in another a shared, winding road.
Together we’ll navigate the fears that I hide,
With trust as our compass, and hearts open wide.
So here I stand still, beneath starlit skies,
Embracing the journey, with love as my prize.
Though I carry my baggage, I’ll trust in the spark,
That love has a way of igniting the dark.
M.A.D. Works 