Just a teenage girl sitting down at a bench.
Popular girls with their boyfriends.
My best friend running away from me to be with her new man.
Just spending the last eight months looking for him.
If I could find the one.
The one who will treat me like the world is just ours.
Like there is no one else to be cared about.
Puts me first, and understands my words.
Then I realize I am dreaming.
Dreaming to be loved.
Loved to heaven.
Heaven is my passion.
Passion keeps me jealous.
Jealousy, gets in the way unless I stay humble, grounded.
One day I will be loved, one day I will be cared for.
Right now I just worry about everyone else around me.
If my friend comes back to me crying, just forgive.
Forgive, if its the last thing I have.
The last thing I need is to be loved.
To be loved by you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really love this poem its nice and sad but telling how you feel keep it up