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Nov 2020
I just need someone to love me.
Why is that so hard to find?
I don't want to be seen but I want to see,
and I'm sure she won't mind.

Is it because I desperately look everyday,
but don't find myself?
Is it because I want you to stay?
Or because I don't want myself?

Why does everyone say IT happens when you're not looking?
What does that even mean?
Is it because I'm not rich or good looking?
I think we would make a great team.

I have waited my whole life. They say be patient.
I can't. Not anymore.
Written by
Aaron  25/London
(25/London)   
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     Autumn, Imran Islam and Bogdan Dragos
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