A world of people
Who thinks she's weird.
When she meets someone she likes
She opens one of the gates up.
They still have a while to go to
See who she really is.
She's hapless at romance,
Not getting a chance with anyone
Because she merely watches
Romance from the side lines,
Only able to analyze it,
Never truly experiencing it,
Not knowing the full reality of it,
Basing her decision to be closed off
From only observation.
Maybe someday a guy will
Sweep her off her feet,
But who will he be?
Because of miscommunication she cannot
Get her feelings across.
Apparently she keeps her
Feelings hidden far too long
Because she wants others to
Be happy.
She is shunned for her
Want to make everyone else
Happy before herself,
Making her the lone wolf,
Who merely observes,
Watching from the woods,
Howling at the moon,
Sad to be alone,
But not sure if it'd make a
Difference or not in happiness
If she were to be placed together with another wolf.
She likes her freedom, but
Is pulled like a rope between
Freedom and commitment, trying
To find a balance.
She's not sure, but not patient
With the matter, she likes to
Push it deeper into herself, to ignore
The loneliness, and look into the future,
Hoping it'll be better than the miserable
Balcony that she stands on, watching
Couples kiss and hold hands,
Frowning and then smiling,
Having conflicting emotions.