Being Me: The Memoirs of a Caribbean Child

Love

Is it me?

Is it how I look?

Or is it how I carry myself?

It just can't be

I don't want you slipping out of reach

Because I'm not in the mood to preach

Come back to me, where the hell are you going

I'm not through with you yet

But alas, you leave me you wretch

You leave me with an empty black hole

With no room for Love, none

What am I suppose to feel now?

Everyone watches me and laughs

Wondering why I want love

You can't get any they say sharply

Shooting down all my hopes and dreams

Then. . . . .a white light appears

There is hope for me to love

Then it disappears

Like a mouse stealing cheese

Never to be seen ever again

I feel so empty

I feel so cold, with no one to hold

When will I get Love?

Could I rewind

To when I had this Love

To when I cared about someone

Or will I just stay empty inside

Love is what I want to feel

It's something shared between two kindred souls

And I want to experience that

I want that Love

Please let me out of this dungeon

I feel suffocated

I can't breathe - let me out please

I don't want this pain anymore

I want to be loved by someone

That Is My Wish

I want my love and affection

Love, come back to me

Don't leave me empty

Dammit. . . . . . .COME BACK!

I can't do this anymore