She needs love.
Affection.
Care.
What did she get?
A cold shoulder and a blank stare.
If so, what is she left to think?
She'll never find him.
The guy.
The one.
Maybe he doesn't exist.
It's not heartbreak.
It's the cold, hard truth.
Maybe it's not in the cards.
Not for her.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoésieMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
