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Love Me
At 6:12 p.m. on 2001-12-15


Description: Sounds like a song, doesn't it? All it needs is some snazzy music to go with it. As usual, another poem about me wishing I was loved, & feeling unloved as usual.

Written: 12/12/01

Love me

Why don't you love me

Why doesn't someone stand for me

Why don't you love me

Why isn't there someone for me

Why don't you love me

Where's my partner when I need him

Not here, not here

Alone & cold, I wait

I've been waiting forever

I've been waiting forever & a day

Where are you?

Why can't I find you?

I feel this, I want this

I can't have it

Why can't I have it

Why can't I have it

Why can't I have just what I want

Why am I not given it

Why can't I have it

Where is it, where is it

Where are you?

Come to me, now

Come to me

I want you

I want you here

I want you here now

I want you more than anything I've ever wanted

You're all I want

So why can't I have you?

Why isn't there someone for me, when there is someone for everyone else?

Before ________&________After

Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12


Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday





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