Sunday, April 12, 2015

The Truth is...

Well...

When I was ten,
I went to a hostel, hundreds of friends
But I missed my family, I missed their love

When I became fifteen,
I started fantasising girls, I thought I would
Leave school, only to explore the world outside

I became eighteen, had a crush
On someone who would forget, like others
Thousand others to come, in the later years

When I was twenty two, I fell in love
I thought this is it, I wont have to look back
Like a dream it was, and it was over with tears...

I believe I am twenty seven now, still single, yes.
Someone given up on me again.
A bit sad I am... but we shall move on, Shan't we? :)


The truth is, All my life I have seeked someone to stay beside me. From the onset of childhood I have felt being pushed away. Why? Why would they do it? Am I not lovable?


I hate everyone. I feel envious to people who have a special someone in their lives.


Money in life matters very little. Without someone...



1 comment:

  1. There is no special someone, there will not be a special someone. You're your special someone and that's how things work.

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