Someday I will love.
Someday I will be loved.
At least that's what I'm told.
But how do they know?
There simply can't be someone for
everyone.
Not everybody finds the one.
Or do they?
Maybe everyone find their one
but by chance, the timing is off
or they're too busy to see it
Isn't that a scary thought,
That you could pass by your perfect one
and not even know?
So what about that "someday"?
They say it like it's so certain.
But it's not.
It's a flawed system.
It's more like
Someday... maybe.
Maybe I will love someday.
Maybe, someday, I will be loved.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
