Not all single people are sad,
And not all taken people are happy.
Life in general is what you make it
It doesn't matter how others see it,
If you're happy in your state;that's great,its your life afterall.
Crazy how to some ears single rings misery,
Meanwhile to others it rings yeppy!joy!
We view life differently,
We might aswell just respect all views anyways.

I think we can be something
but we're not even a we.

If we could have each other
would we even want it anymore?

I keep calling us a we.
In my head and in poetry.

We're not a we.
But **** we should be.

I really can't wait
Until I have a baby
and a wedding

For the facebook likes.

Strike 1: he has a girlfriend
Strike 2: who I know
Strike 3: want to play a different game?

All along that road...
Leaves , stones and  dust,
Love  , hate and lust.
Heart , feelings and tears,
Night , dawn and cheers.
All along that road!!!

I am strong I say
I don't need you today
Love, too overrated
"I'm free," I stated

Relationships, a bore
Constant arguing, a war
Planning future around them
Then breaking up 8 p.m.

It seems pretty stupid
Worshipping this guy Cupid
Everything is now "GOALS!"
Love yourself first, poor souls

Though I hate to admit
I'm maybe afraid to commit
A slight soft touch I do miss
But not ever craving a kiss

Wanting comfort or hugs
Their absence presented drugs
I am perfectly fine, it's okay
Because I don't need anyone today.

When you were single, you suddenly decided to join us.
Spent most of your days hanging out with us.
Made yourself a part of the group, which we all welcomed.
Treated you like a sibling almost, banters and jokes abound.

Months passed by and we saw you with your partner.
When you told us you found your special someone, we couldn't be happier.
We should have known though,
Your spending time with us was through.

When was the last time you joined our gatherings?
When was the last time you talked to us about anything?

Now that you are no longer single again,
We seem to be of no use to you.
Now that our friendship has reached a strain,
We seem to be dead to you.

Some friend you are.

She worked in the market
She sold flowers and jewellery
but, nobody there knew her name

With fifty young vendors
Of flowers and jewellery
Each teenaged young girl looked the same

No one remembered the smiling blue eyes
The child like lilt to her voice
No one remembered the smiling blue  eyes
Or the way that she blushed for the boys
No one remembered the smiling blue eyes
They all could be one and the same
No one remembered the smiling blue  eyes
or her hair, or her smile or her name

She was hitch hiking home
From the market one night
A car pulled on up for a ride

He told her he'd take her
If she needed a lift
It was cold,  so the girl  got inside

No one remembered the smiling blue eyes
The child like lilt to her voice
No one remembered the smiling blue  eyes
Or the way that she blushed for the boys
No one remembered the smiling blue eyes
They all could be one and the same
No one remembered the smiling blue  eyes
or her hair, or her smile or her name


No one has seen her
She's been gone for three days
She never arrived at her home

Nobody saw him
All cars look the same
And besides he was travelling alone

No one remembered the smiling blue eyes
The child like lilt to her voice
No one remembered the smiling blue  eyes
Or the way that she blushed for the boys
No one remembered the smiling blue eyes
They all could be one and the same
No one remembered the smiling blue  eyes
or her hair, or her smile or her name


The market still bustles
With sellers of flowers
Where everyone looks, shops or buys

But, something is missing
A young girl is gone
The girl with the smiling blue eyes

No one remembered the smiling blue eyes
The child like lilt to her voice
No one remembered the smiling blue  eyes
Or the way that she blushed for the boys
No one remembered the smiling blue eyes
They all could be one and the same
No one remembered the smiling blue  eyes
or her hair, or her smile or her name