This was supposed to be a song, but I never really got around to finishing it. So until I do, it's a poem for the time being (:
Days on days spent alone
Holed up in the dark corner of a room
Listening to dreary love songs
Dreaming that maybe one day
I'll have everything they always talk about
But until somebody shows me anything else
I'll go on just believing
There's never going to be that one person I'm going to want to share everything with
There will be no warm feeling overcoming my body when I look into his eyes
No one's going to make me feel like I'm the last person he wants to spend his days with
All their stories are a lie
Love's all just a myth,
A made up feeling in a made up world
Someone, you don't exist, but please - prove me wrong.
This could honestly be a whole lot better, I love the idea but I know it's not up to it's potential. Eh, I'll keep working on it. Suggestions?
