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A year as past I should be delighted I should feel peaceful that a new year has begun and a chance to restart and to tell yourself that “This year is my year” But I feel stuck like nothing happened at all like i am still where i was no romance no dates no boyfriend no fate I know life is more than romance More than finding the one Nevertheless i feel alone I see couples everywhere Happy, in love and content i am happy, not in love and yet i am not fulfilled Furthermore i wonder what it feels like having that speciel someone having romance Falling asleep and waking up with a loved one next to you Intertwining fingers Kisses on the forehead Arms wrapped around the waist All the things i have never had Once it was close so close that my heart tumbled I thought for a while that this was it This was what i had been waiting for I was wrong oh how i was wrong So now i’m left with an aching heart who longs for more
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
a new year
A year as past I should be delighted I should feel peaceful that a new year has begun and a chance to restart and to tell yourself that “This year is my year” But I feel stuck like nothing happened at all like i am still where i was no romance no dates no boyfriend no fate I know life is more than romance More than finding the one Nevertheless i feel alone I see couples everywhere Happy, in love and content i am happy, not in love and yet i am not fulfilled Furthermore i wonder what it feels like having that speciel someone having romance Falling asleep and waking up with a loved one next to you Intertwining fingers Kisses on the forehead Arms wrapped around the waist All the things i have never had Once it was close so close that my heart tumbled I thought for a while that this was it This was what i had been waiting for I was wrong oh how i was wrong So now i’m left with an aching heart who longs for more
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
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