Angelica Flores

Poet and Storyteller

Love

My inner child is looking for love

And my adult logic wants to calm her down

As if what this little one wants doesn’t exist

The child cries out for love

Arms stretched

But I cannot reach out and hug her

I can’t give her what I have not found

Angelica Flores

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