Questioning Love Poem by dymon sidebottom

Sitting by myself.
Thinking of someone else.
How he loves me is my mystery.
Is it a game?
Or jusy a lie?
Could this be true?
Now I doubt.
Theres just questions about you and me.
Will it last?
Or end fast?
Am I his forever?
Or will it soon be a never?
Now I question it.
If we really do love eachother.
Someone like him loves someone like me.
How?
Is he my true love?
Sometimes I wonder.
And listen to the thunder my mind provides

8/9/09