Another love poem
Sitting alone, on a day that represents love I find myself wondering, "Is this how it's supposed to be?" All I see is couples.
I find my answer in the mother gazing at her child as she wonders where the time went.
I find my answer in the girl with a bright smile and perfect hair . She takes care of herself.
I find my answer in the smiles of siblings that are still too young to understand what love is, but they show it anyway.
I find my answer in the many people that are alone on this fateful couple filled day, but love themselves anyway.
Valentine's day should be named love day, for it isn't just about the gifts to your lover. It's the little things you do for your mother, your father, your best friend, your grandparents, your teachers, your children, your pet(s) at home, the strangers you pass in the streets, and for yourself.
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The Theory Of Us
PoezieOur society, our life, our pain, our loss, our happiness, our changes, our future, our hearts, our minds. Everything we are The theory of us. *** Poetry for everyone who has seen this world for what it is. ***cover from Pinterest***
