Love

There is love all around me.

Why aren't I experiencing it?

When is it my turn?

I see the people kissing,

See what I am missing?

I understand that there are other people that are dismissing.

But, I think that I think I have waited long enough,

This is really tough,

What is this wonderful stuff?

Love is what I need,

To succeed.

I feed,

Off of love.

It is devouring my heart not knowing,

What it feels to be loved back,

It needs some sewing.

When is it my turn?

To feel this?

(Oh, when is it my turn?)