Confusion

A poem about confusion and praying for a love returned

Is he the one? Is he for me?

Is he the gift God sent to me?

Or am I simply dreaming with open eyes

And entertain myself with beautiful lies?

I don't want to be confuse nor hope for nothing,

I want to feel like a bride ready for her ring.

I don't want to wake up in the nightmare called reality

Where there are no fairy tale endings only sad tragedy

Oh God, dear Lord, please tell me he's the one

Tell me if he's my star, my moon or my morning sun

Please tell me now to save me from regret

So I can move on with my life and simply forget

My heart had been shattered a hundred times before

And I don't know if I could take another one anymore

My eyes had shed tears like there's no tomorrow

And my soul had felt pain, sadness and even sorrow

Why do I bother myself with something like this?

Why do I worry when I know I'll never be his?

Can I return to the life before I met him?

When I was living my life and how boring it seem?

Author's Note

It's been two years since I last updated my profile, so please be gentle with me.
The poem's not yet done; but I want to hear your thoughts about it.

Reviews

[Kristopher d. Taylor]

At first I was under the impression you were talking about a new born baby boy, not a lover. But it is very well written, you've got a sort of fresh way about writing about a topic as worn out as love sickness. Congrats