my life my feelings where are you
when is love really true
where is love I cant find you
is it possible or is it just a dream
its no where to be found
it nowhere to be seen
it just runs and hides from me
is it something that is meant to be
or has it been and gone and forgotten me
and left me on shelve to get dusty
they say there is someone for everybody
the greeks say its other half of our body
well love and happiness is just a complete mystery
for some it seems its meant to be
for others heartache and tradegy
we are left to sit by on shelves of life
getting dusty
like something discarded
not meant to be loved
not meant to be happy
only meant too sit dream
while the world goes on
endlessly
with valentines romance
and others fufilling there dreams
where has love gone
why does love and happiness desert me
I will just sit and wait getting dusty
the seed has failed to grow
and blossom beautifully
just another failed part
of socioty
maybe I am just meant to
sit and write poetry
and makes others smile
with what they read
when will my heart once again sing
when will valentines for words
become my love my dream
will the past hurts of life go away
and true love and happiness come
the pompey poets way
i sit and dream and dream maybe one day