Love

mystic flower

Will I be able to find a guy
like the one, they show in the movies
in their cute and romantic world
or is it just a fantasy.

Is the love they show is true
Is a person that passionate about love
that they sacrifice their biggest dream
just to be with that one person

is there this thing we call love
or is it just the attachment
for the time being and after that
you compromise with things

Does true love exists
or am I just dreaming the fantasy, fantasy
to hold hands, to talk till the late-nights and until the sun rises,
get drunk, to share our soul. to love and be loved, to be a baby once again,
to be oneself, spill the things out of my mind, talk about the darkest secret, share each other's playlist, adopt a pet, travel, wake up together, to be our truest self and most of all to feel special.

Will, I discover the thing called love,
I will ever be loved
You know I am scared, scared that
this will be fulfilled only in my dreams.
There may be someone waiting for me
to be by my side, to hug me, to fulfill all the dreams together,
to not make me feel lonely anymore.

There must be someone who will only be mine
The one who will be made for me

If it is fulfilled only in dreams,
I don't want to wakeup anymore
I am tired,
I am tired of feeling lonely
tired of longing for a hug
tired of seeking care and
yes, I am tired of dreaming about the fantasy world full of love.

  • Author: mystic flower (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 24th, 2021 11:11
  • Category: Love
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    maybe, you might find it less tiring
    to first: love yourself
    find spending time alone
    without the distractions
    of entertainment or friends, somewhat bearable
    and then, this whole warped notion of love
    that you find so tormenting, will soon be forgotten
    allowing - for a new day of untainted opportunity
    to begin...
    just, maybe



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