I've been waiting for love to come.
but on this empty street I find no one.
the thoughts of love being dead hits so deep.
the possibility's of loosing so much sleep.
I've constantly thought about taking my life.
because no one wants this insecure wife.
now that I'm alone the thoughts swim through my head.
nothing provoking than wishing I was dead.
why do I have to live this way?
when the last relationship was more than a decade.
when will this dark cloud pass from me?
when will I ever become happy.
this life is so tattered and torn.
on the faithful day that I was born.
this is the girl that loved you the most.
but you let gender restrictions be your boast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Love is a spiritual experience that affects one profoundly. It's whimsical and temperamental, appearing unannounced and may leave without warning. An insightful poem; A profound introspection, well articulated and nicely penned from inner recesses of the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Emily.