what are you really looking for?
Do you say what you mean,
Or mean what you say?
Is it the same,
Or are you playing games?
What is your aim,
Or are you insane?
What are you looking for,
And why are you still searching over again?
It is not as simple as saying hello,
And why are you taking me for a ride?
Sometimes you don't say more than a few words,
Nor do you ask me any meaningful question!
There's more to it than meet the eyes,
Hidden agenda or a lousy judge of character!
Sometimes it just does not add,
What you say you are looking And saying,
You never give a straight forward reply.
How hard can it be,
When you can decide on various other things!
Like where to go and what to eat,
And yet this is the hardest choice to make.
If you are looking for something specific,
Why just you don't spell it out clearly,
Good esteem,moral and character are just not your cup of tea,
Or else you won't still be single and searching!
A dress won't make you pretty,
A stunning guy won't always make you happy,
And money is not a even a choice,
To secure your dreams of eternal happiness!
Are you alien or plain stupid?
Ask yourself what you really seriously in need,
Power,fortune or overflowing fame,
Is this a love hunt or just demonic flame?
There's a whole world of guys for your picking,
Black,white,pale or whatever in between,
Different height and taste on offer even for me,
And yet I wait coz its not me that is not willing. . .
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
sometimes I really don't understand. . .
you like me or not
and why not?
simple?
much easier to make enemies than find love
Comments (9)
I see this new fitness workout in the gym... is really paying off in you're poetry. Very nice heartfelt write
Thank you for sharing
nothing change I think
but ill accept whatever you say
coz hearing it from you is always sweet
need I say more
Catch you later.
MIKE.
thanks
Thx for sharing this writing...these thoughts!
I feel you
( and i like your writings)
Thank you for speaking your heart and sharing your thoughts in this explicitly expressed poem. Blessings in Christ!
thou I don't thrive on getting acknowledgment from my seniors
I am not a poet nor can I claim to be
now I know and call myself expressionist coz I express my feelings to the best of my abilities
and I don't know the style or form in poetry.x. haiku,ode,. . . etc
thanks again
its friends like you that keeps me sane!
there's more contrast in this as
firstly I don't have brothers or sisters
and cousins are 10yrs different
I get by coz I want I get and if I share
my friends gets envious and jealous!
I do need someone to share my life
and I'm not giving up