Is this really my destiny?
Or am I just paying a future fee?
Is the price loneliness,
For true bliss?
To feel empty inside,
While others have nothing to hide.
To watch love and happiness from a distance,
To be in the corner while others dance.
Longing the feeling of being held,
The feeling of love being swelled.
Perhaps I need to be full grown,
But I do know I don't fancy being alone.
Listen my children, and you shall hear,
The tale of a girl and dark red tears.
It begins with a girl,
With the beauty of a pearl.
But she was in love with a boy
Who could have been a troy.
One day, she had a bad feeling,
Like her heart was peeling.
She felt her love was unfaithful,
What happen next was quite painful.
The scene was perfectly lit,
The moon was high,
The Other seemed to be in perfect fit,
The Boy was lost in her eyes.
They were in the garden, near the woods,
It was The Boy’s secret spot,
Where he had the goods,
This may or may not include pot.
As she dashed to the spot, thoughts filled her mind,
That her love would bre