PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

9-8-04

3:57 am



I am everyone’s friend.

Everyone loves me.

But only as friends.

Will I ever find that one?

The one special woman.

Who loves all of me?

Everyone says “I love you” to me.

But not in that way.

The two that do mean it in that way.

Each has someone else.

So I can’t have them that way.

So again I find myself just on the outside.

Looking in at world I so desperately need to touch.

Like a bird and a clean window.

I just keep smacking my head into the glass.

Trying and trying to touch.

What I am apparently forbidden to have.

Maybe that is why I always have a headache.