when?

As I look at the sky I found it without its moon

I look at it as myself. So dark, So lost, So alone.

As I listen to sweet love songs

I heard myself as a worn out serenade

No one cared to listen; No one did sit and watched over me as I sleep

I keep on thinking, I keep on dreaming, I keep on wishing…

When will it be me?

When will someone see me the way I want to be seen?

When will someone make me feel something I never could fathom?

When will someone come and open my heart into something I would be happy and contented on?

When will be the time?

When will be the time I would finally have what I want, what I need, what I will live for and what I will die for?

Posted by: Dianne Peña | 03-06-2008 | 05:03 PM
Posted in: Belles-Lettres