Will there ever be an "us"?
True love. A fairytale.
I saw their faces light up like a lit firework and explode when they walked by.
I saw the emotion in every little gesture of affection. They were glowing brightly.
I stood and watched in envy.
I hoped for that one day. The day I could smile and say "someone does love me too."
Many false hopes hit me. Many time my eyes flooded with tears over the lose of that "maybe the one." I'm standing on a cliff. Dangling. At the edge.
I'm losing my balance. Because I'm an unloved little girl.
Then suddenly, it appeared!
Or rather, he appeared. Like a flash of lightning, he struck my heart and soul.
My lips were open in awe and could feel the pulsing feeling from my chest.
Strong and forceful, it overcame me.
Seeking to hear your voice. Seeking to have you smile at me. Seeking to let you know your the man I want and need only. Seeking your hand in mine. To feel your touch, your cheek against mine. Faith and belief keep me alive. Hope keeps me strong.
Do you see it babe?
Little fantasties would play out in my head. Little stretches that would include us.
I constructed my own play featuring us as the lead stars, two romantic teens desperate for the other. I loved it but at the end of each dream, I was left lonley and thinking,
"Will there ever be an "us"?
In the beginning, I was a girl, with nothing but her own mother to love her.
In the middle, I was wounded and injured from many failed attempts at love.
Now, I'm living for a miracle. For him, to see me and think "maybe, there could be an us".
Please?
I saw their faces light up like a lit firework and explode when they walked by.
I saw the emotion in every little gesture of affection. They were glowing brightly.
I stood and watched in envy.
I hoped for that one day. The day I could smile and say "someone does love me too."
Many false hopes hit me. Many time my eyes flooded with tears over the lose of that "maybe the one." I'm standing on a cliff. Dangling. At the edge.
I'm losing my balance. Because I'm an unloved little girl.
Then suddenly, it appeared!
Or rather, he appeared. Like a flash of lightning, he struck my heart and soul.
My lips were open in awe and could feel the pulsing feeling from my chest.
Strong and forceful, it overcame me.
Seeking to hear your voice. Seeking to have you smile at me. Seeking to let you know your the man I want and need only. Seeking your hand in mine. To feel your touch, your cheek against mine. Faith and belief keep me alive. Hope keeps me strong.
Do you see it babe?
Little fantasties would play out in my head. Little stretches that would include us.
I constructed my own play featuring us as the lead stars, two romantic teens desperate for the other. I loved it but at the end of each dream, I was left lonley and thinking,
"Will there ever be an "us"?
In the beginning, I was a girl, with nothing but her own mother to love her.
In the middle, I was wounded and injured from many failed attempts at love.
Now, I'm living for a miracle. For him, to see me and think "maybe, there could be an us".
Please?