Okay, it takes courage to do this. But I am finally posting one of my personal poems. Hope you enjoy it and if you don’t, keep it to yourself 😉 I wrote this a little less than a year ago.
WHAT I’M DOING
I am searching for love, for acceptance,
For intimacy, for a sweet kiss.
I am looking for a romantic night, for a slow dance.
Seventeen candles have passed,
And I haven’t gotten any of these.
I am losing my closest friend,
The one who knows my heart.
Faith is coming to an end,
And loneliness to a start.
I am acting differently,
I’ve got no sensitivity;
I think I just don’t care anymore.
I don’t know what it is, but something’s sore.
I am losing the meaning,
I am writing something- I am writing nothing.
I guess I am losing myself;
I am searching for my book in every damn shelf.