Maybe (July 15th 2002)

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By LaLa Leo

Once more I write to you, Hoping you don't feel the way I do. All my dreams won't ever come true, Even though they're filled with happiness and virtue. Maybe I'm cursed to the fullest extent, And my existence wasn't even meant. Maybe I wasn't meant to love like everyone else. Maybe I was meant to stay by myself. Maybe I should separate myself from the world, And none of my prayers shall ever be heard. One day when I slowly die, I doubt even one person would even cry. No one would even give me a second thought, Because all of the unhappiness I had sought. The only person in the world who loves me is me, And unfortunately, that's how it will be always be. (Maybe - July 15th 2002)

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