I've never felt the melancholy of being broken hearted I've never cried because things ended before they started I've never had my heart shattered by a **** I once loved I've never been preciously owned then suddenly shoved I've never regretted wasting time for someone not worth it I'm still a finished puzzle, never been incomplete Feeling fortunate and desiring both at heart's beat Craving to call someone mine and feel revocable by love It's typical to be jealous of others ambiences Especially if behind every sorrow is happiness But love is an obstacle and with every obstacle is a reward The strength to keep going and ambitiously move forward So am I lucky, is this just a phase? *Or is love something I've been missing out on?
First decent poem. I realized how much effort and time is put into every poem. This is fun.