I'm laying here in a puddle of tears
Wollowing in the tide of depression
Not feeling wanted
What I yearn for is not yet fulfilled
A need to be caressed, consoled
In stead I am being fed with the the hand of pettiness and hut with with the left and hand of ungreatfulness
Or is it that their eyes are can't see me weepimg
Oblivious to the fact that I need your time
What is wrong with me that you think you cannot see that I deserve a complement or gentle gestures of love
Romance has been abandoned along with the faithful woman who doesn't deserve to be neglected
I have heavy been affected
lack of sleep is because of the constant tears shed because of your stupidity?
Worrying and stressing about how the future will play out once your child is born. Are you going to leave me alone?
YOU ARE READING
My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoesiaHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
