People are not always expressive. They tend to write what they cannot say.
Unloved.
March 20, 2008I wanted to be cloistered
I hate sleaze
People keep on hurting my fragile heart
I wanted to be mended
I am unloved
But thanks to the people who appreciates my worth
My heart continuously bleeds
Longing for someone who truly cares
This thirsty and dying hope
Where is LOVE?
Others are so frivolous
Yet I am also worthless
Inside of me I’m crying
Dreaming of an impeccable love
Previous Comments
this was not just a good poem but can be a song too. keep writing!
Posted by Anne at June 19, 2009, 4:05 pm
One of the best poems ever written…
Posted by rakistangmark at June 17, 2009, 11:34 pm