I hide alone.
Hurting.
Crying.
Yearning.
Love seems so far
From where I stand,
Yet I know it is there,
Waiting.
But even as I know,
I am impatient
With dreams unfulfilled
And feelings never released.
I am a lonely woman,
Aching for love.
Waiting for it
To show to me “him.”
“Him” is the man I will love.
The man I will exist for,
Make love to.
The man I will never know.
I can easily relate to this. .
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