Questions on Love
I have never loved a man in a committed manner.
Maybe it's because my age is young.
Yet, Why do I envy every youth with a lover? I wait and I wait and I wait and I wait.. yet no love has sprung. Is it my looks? Am I too fat? My attitude? Maybe I should get smarter? Maybe Love wants me to chase him. I'll come for love with my heart's embrace.
But, why do I feel scared? What if love isn't the right guy? Will I be forever blinded with that mistake? What if I chase love, REALLY CHASE LOVE, through the halls, through the miles,
through the years, how much time would I need waste?And If I do find love, and love fancied, will there be that so-called "commitment"? and if I loved love and love loved being LOVED, is it called loving?
These questions are bothering me. I can't even do my homework right.
What do I need to see for I to be able to say, "I'm alright." with glee.
I sit here on a bench, talking to myself, brushing my hair, now making me look foolish.
The questions unanswered, are making me feel depressed. Deeper than the mariana trench, i guess? My mother always had the solution in my troubles (no it ain't chocolate chip cookies),
she would hug me and kiss me, it's so ticklish. She'll say,
"Baby, you don't need a lover so it would be called loving. Loving,
it's not only about two people. Love is just full of meaning. We all have our definition of love.
For me, love is voguish. Sudden, and temporary. Beautiful, yet hurtful.
Baby, know your definition. What is love to you?" she points at my chest slowly she places her hand on my head and she wishes me the best. I now will search for my meaning of love. And So should you. Your definition of love maybe true.
This poem is about:
Me
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