Standing alone
It gets a little boring
Watching the couples
Day in and day out
Holding hands
Romantic gestures
Makes me feel sick
I don't know why
Maybe its the fact
I've never had the chance
To be like that
Maybe I'm just not cut out
For love and care and all
That crazy head over heels stuff
I've always been a loner
A solo act
I've never had feelings for any guy
As a matter of fact
But then whats this feeling?
I get when I see
All those people
Who I've never been
Is it wonder?
Curiousity?
Or heaven forbid.
Longing.
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Staged
PoetryThis is my first try at a poem book, a poem book with a story. Rosalie Carter writes her life through words, this is her journal. Follow her through a tale of love, hate, confusion, and finding where you belong. Finding out what is real, and what, ...
