Feelings...

Broken

Torn

Forlorn

No one to hold my hand

Or help me try to stand

To comfort me in times of need

And make me stronger than a reed

Because you do that for another

Though we’re perfect for each other

But you only see a friend

And you’ll see me so to the end

I can’t stand it any more

I don’t know what I’m waiting for

I could tell you she’s a whore

Then I’d lose you forevermore.

Its not fair that she gets the good boy

When she should be the girl using the toy

But even the boys that don’t want a whore

They get them-almost more.

So why should I sit and cry?

Why not go after a slutty guy?

I couldn’t get him, that’s why.

I won’t do and I won’t screw.

So I guess I have to sit and wait

Until

The

Day                  up

The boys grow  ^

And they see

Like me

They want someone they can love

They can trust

They can hold and know will never let them go.