You don’t lay your eyes at me, when we pass each other.
I don’t know why I count on it.
It makes me disappointed. And it tires me out.
I feel obsessed and desperate.
I hate it,
and it scares me.
I’m desperately reaching out for love,
but nobody takes my hand.
Nobody walks by my side with eyes and soul filled with love.
I’m angry.
I see the pictures,
I hear about the love.
But I don’t feel it.