Poetry / Bloom

You can't see me cry when I'm all alone
I just want a mans arms that I can call home
will I ever find him?Does he even exist?
Am I doing something wrong?Is there something I missed?

When will someone just truely see me?
Will I always feel down?Will I ever be free?
I want an honest man,no need for a liar,
I wanna be the one that He'll desire

I'm not like other girls,don't do what they do
And I won't be throwin myself at you!
Who will take the time to know who I am?
Who will be the one that gives a damn?

Am I destined to be all by myself?
End up like the forgotten rose sat up on a shelf,
left to slowly rot,till it lays it's head down and dies,
an object for which nobody cries?

I could be all that's wanted given the chance,
I want passion and lots of romance,
but if your waiting for me to bloom and bare it all,
consider giving me some water before I tear out of my walls.

Heather Hughes

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