11-21-22
Love is like an invitation
to the most wonderous
and heavenly event.
But there is no address-
or directions.
And you don't have a dress
or know how to do your hair.
And even if you
do figure it out,
and find the place,
Your mind tells you-
You aren't good enough anyway.
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