self love

Quality over Quantity – Poem❤️

For a long time I held hands with souls
Soon to be dragged through

the mud as my heart began 

to feel empty

I yearned for love in an 

imaginary place

It seemed as though the fuel

resided from a place I neglected

From two special places

Within my own heart and hearts 

that chased me through the storm

It’s sad how we surpass those 

rooting for us in the dark 

While running after those who

didn’t have the light

Learn to cherish those who give

quality in your life and not those

who represent as numbers ..

Because eventually you’ll be left




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