Staring into the sky,
Dreaming of living alone, drinking white wine,
Trying to solve the world's problems,
All at the same time,
But how can I do that,
When I can't solve the riddle of love?
Now I know that sounds sad,
A teenager looking for something so rough,
Some may say "He's too young,"
But I can't help these feelings I possess,
Yet I have no one to share them with,
And am told I cannot be upset,
For that my loveless life is a result,
Of my own actions,
But no one understands, including adults,
And this pain shows no satisfaction.
I just want to know,
Where in this cruel, cruel world,
Can I be shown,
Where the love is?
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