AcceptanceA Poem by BillyI guess you could say that this is a slightly different look at: "im nice, caring, loving, respectful but that doesnt help it just causes pain"Even if I am sweet, and caring, and the like, why do I care? Knowing others think that, should be more than a reward. I don't want popularity, I just want to help others. Making someone else smile, it's a great feeling, and for now, the happiness of others dictates my life. I don't feel I have much to be happy about anymore, so, I look to my friends. If they are happy, I can at least be glad that they are, but if not, then I feel sorry about it, I wish I could do more, and help them.
So, this is where the problem lies... If making someone smile, is such a great reward, why do I cry each night? Why is there always a pain in my heart? Why am I so discontent with life?
I must want something else, and I'm just not being honest about it. And that is true. Love I want it It has always eluded me I've thought I may have come close at times but always mistaken...
How does one emotion control me so easily? I'll admit I am a hopeless romantic I dream of love I long for love I can not find love
I know, i know, I'm 19, and I have pleanty of time left to find it... But still... In my mind I would much rather find it now and go on with a growing love for years than find it 40 years from now, and have less time with the one, should she ever come around
Yet if I found love right now this moment I doubt it would work I dream of love, true, but it is just that, a dream I have it all thought out in my head but i dont know the real dynamics i only know the happy story book in my mind
no matter what i do it always comes down to this love always on my mind never in my life but maybe it is the dream that keeps me going and who am i to give up on a dream?
I don't have much going for me, So a dream can't make things worse.
Love, the thought of it sends my heart aflutter gives me hope makes me go on
I state this now for all to read I will never let go of this dream. I am determined that someday I will find love Or at the very least someone to love, truly deeply love. © 2008 BillyReviews
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1 Review Added on June 4, 2008 AuthorBillyAstoria, ORAboutI would hardly consider myself a poet, a novelist, even a writer. What you read on here, is all me. My real thoughts, my real feelings. Do keep in mind however, feelings and thoughts may change. more..Writing
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