Longing For, In More Ways Than One
See the thing is, I can never find a poem that says what I feel,
So I write this now with the intention to please
Myself and those who feel the same,
The people of the world who need someone to blame
I look at all these “love” poems and “get over him” poems
But they just don’t do the trick
They are not quite what I am looking for
And don’t hit the right bit
See unlike the girls in the poems, I have never been loved by another
Never has a boy come up to me and hugged me like a lover
No kiss, no hug, no charming compliment
Just guy friends who are there to joke around with and talk to
I long to feel like, I am a crucial part to another’s survival
Like someone wants me to be there, just because they love me
I want a boy to come up to me and say “I love you”
So I can put a smile on my face and tell people “I love him too”
The “love” poems are always “you made me complete!”
They make me want to puke, and they make me feel woozy
All I want is a poem to say “I long to be loved by another,
A boy to hug and a shoulder to cry on” is that so hard to discover?
But people either seem to be loved up and happy, or wanting to kill their ex
I fit in with neither and need to speak up for others
“We do not have lovers, and long to have the good life,
But you people make us shudder and feel worse about ourselves!”
When I read these soppy poems and think
“God I wish that was me!”
I would be able to tell the world,
That I loved him and he loved me!
I would no longer write these sad and lonely poems
And sit in the corner while girls talk about their “others”
I could speak up and know what they were talking about
When they said what they felt like, when their boyfriends hugged them
Love is the most precious gift in the world today
Love makes the world go round
There seems to be enough for everyone else,
Why not any left for me?
I guess I just haven’t found “Mr. Right”
And he will come around the corner soon
(according to the loved up-ers)
Yeah right!! I just think over and over
But I know that no one will be there,
When I need comforting or hugging
Just me, myself and I
To soothe the loneliness and the sobbing
The craving to find a person,
Who wants to be with me
For a long, long time into the future
And they will not reject me
My God, it’s not that hard to please
A young and lonely teenager
Who just needs some company
When times get rough and situations arise
Yet when someone comes up to me
And then proceeds to sob about their boyfriend,
For some reason, I know exactly what to tell them,
Not “dump him” or “move on”, but advice from the heart
I may not have been loved that way
But I certainly know a lot about it
It surprises some people, and they expect I have been through it myself
But I tell them “nope, just has always been me”
I feel proud that I know what to tell them
And happy to know that I have helped
But that still does not cure,
The hurt and the heartache
My poor heart, it has been through the wars
And all it needs is someone to care for it,
I doctor to pick up the pieces and
A friend to kiss me gently
I only dream of what it may feel like,
To be loved up, and support, constant and of plenty
“Je t’aimes”, “Te amo”, “Minä rakastan sinua” and “Ich liebe Dich”
They all mean the same thing,
The one sentence I long to hear sincerely, just:
“I love you”
So I write this now with the intention to please
Myself and those who feel the same,
The people of the world who need someone to blame
I look at all these “love” poems and “get over him” poems
But they just don’t do the trick
They are not quite what I am looking for
And don’t hit the right bit
See unlike the girls in the poems, I have never been loved by another
Never has a boy come up to me and hugged me like a lover
No kiss, no hug, no charming compliment
Just guy friends who are there to joke around with and talk to
I long to feel like, I am a crucial part to another’s survival
Like someone wants me to be there, just because they love me
I want a boy to come up to me and say “I love you”
So I can put a smile on my face and tell people “I love him too”
The “love” poems are always “you made me complete!”
They make me want to puke, and they make me feel woozy
All I want is a poem to say “I long to be loved by another,
A boy to hug and a shoulder to cry on” is that so hard to discover?
But people either seem to be loved up and happy, or wanting to kill their ex
I fit in with neither and need to speak up for others
“We do not have lovers, and long to have the good life,
But you people make us shudder and feel worse about ourselves!”
When I read these soppy poems and think
“God I wish that was me!”
I would be able to tell the world,
That I loved him and he loved me!
I would no longer write these sad and lonely poems
And sit in the corner while girls talk about their “others”
I could speak up and know what they were talking about
When they said what they felt like, when their boyfriends hugged them
Love is the most precious gift in the world today
Love makes the world go round
There seems to be enough for everyone else,
Why not any left for me?
I guess I just haven’t found “Mr. Right”
And he will come around the corner soon
(according to the loved up-ers)
Yeah right!! I just think over and over
But I know that no one will be there,
When I need comforting or hugging
Just me, myself and I
To soothe the loneliness and the sobbing
The craving to find a person,
Who wants to be with me
For a long, long time into the future
And they will not reject me
My God, it’s not that hard to please
A young and lonely teenager
Who just needs some company
When times get rough and situations arise
Yet when someone comes up to me
And then proceeds to sob about their boyfriend,
For some reason, I know exactly what to tell them,
Not “dump him” or “move on”, but advice from the heart
I may not have been loved that way
But I certainly know a lot about it
It surprises some people, and they expect I have been through it myself
But I tell them “nope, just has always been me”
I feel proud that I know what to tell them
And happy to know that I have helped
But that still does not cure,
The hurt and the heartache
My poor heart, it has been through the wars
And all it needs is someone to care for it,
I doctor to pick up the pieces and
A friend to kiss me gently
I only dream of what it may feel like,
To be loved up, and support, constant and of plenty
“Je t’aimes”, “Te amo”, “Minä rakastan sinua” and “Ich liebe Dich”
They all mean the same thing,
The one sentence I long to hear sincerely, just:
“I love you”