My heart cries out,

Lokking for something to call its own.

It draws me towards many things-

Music, Art, Boys, and Poetry

but none of those seem to fill me.


My heart is crying, my life is dying,

Looking for something to call its own.

Its lead my towards other things-

Books, Games, Crafts, and Sewing

But those still don't seem to fill me.


Then before my heart lets go,

It finally found something to call it's own.

It lead to me to this extraordinary thing,

Nothing like Sports or anything Fancy-

but it lead me towards caring and friendship

And now I finally have something to fill me.

This poem is about: 
My community
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