I know you're out there somewhere I know someday we'll meet; Maybe down a country lane or a busy city street.
I'm not looking for a servant I can take care of myself. I'm not looking for a Barbie doll to set up on a shelf.
I need someone to walk beside me and tell me of her dreams. Someone who's tired of all the games and all the foolish schemes.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
Reflects how I feel about the search to find that "Special Someone" who is tired of playing games and seeks a love that is sharing/caring/true/tender and above all FOREVER.
Comments (6)
rob
i might give a thought
to love and stuff
it is that by which
we are all ruled
i will be no-ones man
except my own
so i gave my heart away
and in doing so
found myself
without a heart
long live us all