Someone to Love

June 10, 2008
By Derrick Pierre, Opa Locka, FL

I sit here and watch life go by
With no one to love or love me
At least not in the way I want
I lay here and write all through
As years, months, weeks pass by
Hoping for only seconds ‘til I die

Fed up with all this fun
I attempt to work up the courage
The kind that helps or once
To pick up that knife or satisfying gun
I start to fill up on hope
Like bread and water it is only temporary
For I still want only love

But what kind of person gets that
What you want means happiness
What life wants is to kill that
Doesn’t sound so bad, does it?
But my sarcasm is as real as my smile

Here I am wishing again
I don’t learn do I?
We both know how this ends
There is no such life
Hate is always destined to win

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