Searching for that one
That'll give me a son
Peeking through windows
Creeping through doors
But still no one
Growing older minute by minute
Seeing my life as a sad sonnet
Moving slower by the seconds
My love life never had begun
So here I am
In a rocking chair
Many things before were feared
Now I have grown to like the silence
No children to love and hold
None to wrap when they're cold
No husband to call mine
This taste is more bitter than lime
My rocking stops
Oh there's a knock
He came too late
How sweet it must be to die
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#Forever Alone
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Hollow Thoughts
PoetryPoems without titles only meaning. Not all poems are true. It's honestly so cringe-worthy.
