Born to my emotions.
Been hurt before.
A new ray of light shining through the door.
Could be heaven awaiting me.
Doubts about past mistakes,
consolidated with no confidence.
Sees a another door close.
Kicking myself every day.
My eyes glued to the floor.
So none make contact to let me in,
through their loving door.
Got tired of being dumped.
Got tired of being used.
I just to love myself and love life.
Not looking or any love.
Not looking to be dominated.
Leaves memore frustrated.
I hate my love life.
Lonely i maybe.
I love me for me.
Old romantic fool.
I don't measure up to anyone else's standards.
They can walk away.
I hate love.
Loneliness is better.
Wake up in the morning,
to find my pillows wetter.
A simple thing like love.
Complicated by other factors.
Puts me off from opening another lover's door.
Alone in my room,
broken heart scattered on the floor.
I Siddiqi 7.07.09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem