I watch every other men around me who is gentle and kind and wondered if he'd be the one.
I often hate myself for being so dreamy but neither I can deny how much lovesick I've become.
How that inner child inside me asked for love and care when the childhood was taken away
The first we missed that first nurture.
They say a woman find father figure in the man she love then what'd I'll ask for when I do not know the basic of love.
I often dream of that man and do often feel sick
My grandmother often says you'll get the right man as you've already suffered though deep down she knows none of the people of her or own two lives she had lived had treated her right.
My friend did say she had a feeling I'll get a good man.
That's what I've heard since childhood but,
I want to ask where are you.
I want you to hold me
Please come and save me
As I'm loosing all my hopes
I want to put my head on your lap and want to you to caress my hair and head until all my thoughts disappear.
I want to hold your hand for longer hours so that I can feel secure
I want to watch you while you're sleeping so that I can be sure enough you'll never get away.
I don't want many lives with many men I just want one life with one man.
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
