they say girls with a beauty as my own don't get rejected
they have been laughing at my statement of solitude
so why am i asking the sky "when is it my turn"
when will the search end to find a lasting lover?
painfully burned by my own fire of passion
i give the physical, the emotional and the mental
yet i receive not a show of emotion in return
the stars that used to sit in my eyes are starting to
turn as black as the sky during a new moon
the feelings of hope and fading into a mundane acceptance
watching the bodies of others wrapped in warm embraces is chilling me to the bone
boredom and discontent because the common theme of my days
being alone is supposed to be an act of self discovery
the only discovery i have made is the emptiness of my bed
the emptiness of desire
YOU ARE READING
sincerely yours, angel.
Poesia*now available on Amazon* they call me angel; here to deliver the words of pain, memories of love and emotions i've observed from my time on earth. this is something to relate to this is my story and now it's yours too 🌞✨
