Open Poetry #12 |
Will I Ever Be Loved? |
Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Will I Ever Be Loved? By: Noah Eaton They say they hope I find my true love someday An ode to maybe I wish that I could forsake I’m drowning in disarray All I want is someone to love, never again feel lonely Every chance I get, I try to smile But my dismay makes it not worth my while If only all true love was docile Can anybody see I’m falling in misery Am I doomed to live a life Without someone by my side I feel so scared inside Left hung on the dying tree of despair, a broken puppet So it seems that every tragedy Has some recognition, some opportunity I haven’t heard any catharsis down in front sadly Am I born to be loveless? It seems like everyone belongs to another, to share true love What if I’m different and I’m born to live with half a heart that feels so rough Oh God, I pray to you, please tell me I belong to someone special If I knew just that I’d feel happy, all I want to do is love and feel anything more than sorrow Is there someone for me Will I ever be loved? My world feels so small and empty Will I ever be loved? Do I have a love of my life? All I want is my dream girl, I want to be there to love her, paint her heart with light You are everything to me… Please love me… Please love me… |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
The mood of despair is evident in your poem, and I should like to say this in answer to the question that prevails. The persona already has someone to love...themself! Without love of one's self and that confidence, how can they be sure she is "the dream girl", or just someone to fill the void? Just a thought! Good thinking poem. |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Sweetie, I believe there is a heart out there, just waiting for you......I have hope.....I have faith..... hang in there SEA |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I've asked so many of those same questions... and I don't know why some of us seem to be on different timetables than the rest of the world... I just know that when someone unexpected happens and the tone of your title turns from despairing to hoping, every day of that wait is suddenly more than worthwhile. *S* Good luck... and great poem! |
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