Love poems
another poem i wrote….a foolish young soul of 16 i was then….and it seems i’m still a foolish soul at 21 now….enjoy
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me,
There’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me,
A touch of your hands says you’ll catch me whenever I fall…
-When you say nothing at all, Ronan Keating-
How I wish this was true,
Just a smile…it’s all I long from you
The more I listen….
The more I wait…
Just for that look.,
Those touch…
Oh how I wish.
Everyday you walk by,
It’s like I’m not even there…
Am I not alive?
Am I not living?
Then…
Why do you treat me like I never existed?
Like I’m a gift you never wanted
When will I get to sing this song?
Just to sing it without any doubt
That the song will come straight from the heart
With no falseness…
With no fakeness…
Just to sing this song…
To know that you’ll never leave me
To know that you need me too…
That you’re there…to catch me…
But mostly…that you’re there….
Tell me…. tell me why?
Why do you do such a thing?
I’ve placed all my hopes, my ambitions
And with one move you brought it down…
I’ve sacrificed…
Everything for you
Everything you’ve wanted….
It’s your joy that I seek
The smile…it just makes me meek
Just for you to be happy
To acknowledge my presence…
But you didn’t even realise did you?
That I was there all along…
Still… why am I waiting?
Why am I foolish enough to wait for you?
Knowing that you’d never love me…
But what can I do?
I’m trapped in this endless circle…
It’s not infatuation,
It’s not even childish play
But it’s love…and so…
I’ll wait…I’ll wait till that day arrives
That day…
When I can sing this song with no regrets.
September 12th, 2005 at 5:24 am
How do you know it’s love, if it wasn’t returned? But I guess only you can know the intensity of your own feelings.
Don’t you ever write poems when you’re happy?
September 13th, 2005 at 2:03 am
hmm…..love doesn’t need to be returned..but u’re right in the sense that i din’t know that it’s love..in fact it wasn’t…
love doesn’t have to be reciprocated..
err..write poems when i’m happy?hehe firstly….happiness is a rarity..hehe…but when i am happy my thoughts will be as well…poems are an avenue for me to speak my inner desiers so to speak..so they often come out when i’m brooding moody or simply nuts…spur of the moment