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a fragile girl in her sorrow drown.
No-one known 'bout what she missed,
the fact that she was never kissed.
She did have friends,
that's not the thing.
For them she would do anything.
But her life was never fully done
because she was never number one.
The words that she was living with
that love was only stupid myth.
So every night with tear filled jars,
she sat under the bright shinning stars
and asked The One that is above:
"What is it? What is that love?"
But the answer never came,
not in night, nor did in day.
On her birthday she had only wish,
she did not need a golden fish.
She wanted to know how feels bliss,
in a way of simple pure love kiss.
She waited 'till the day came.
She didn't think it's anyone's blame
that no-one kissed her 'till today.
Clock ticked but nothing happened.
The day ended once again.
under the bright shinning stars
with her hands holding the tear filled jars,
A lonely tear fell down her cheek,
she didn't deny that she was weak.
But before she could do something,
there was still*one more thing.
So she went and asked The One above:
"Would have I ever been in love?"
That's because I find myself writing poems mostly when I'm sad or depressed. Its my way of dealing with depression💛😀 but thanks!
In that sense, Reality is right. If you’re feeling down then writing something happier can lift your mood