My tired eyes close.
As my body froze.
Light from the window reflects off the tears in my eye.
My sadness doesn't always have a why.
The purportions of my image in your eyes are
I appear fat, ugly, & old.
But to myself I look thin, young, & glow.
I release my sorrow & wash my face.
Mutual attraction does not exist.
The single life I will never miss.
Why can't my lips he just kiss.
He might love it.
Why is my happiness with a true love not possible.
Why is to say for him " I love you" so impossible?
The vision of my life is not how I envision.
I always assumed & imagined I would marry.
No one will ever ask.
In my twenties or thirties.
I give up hope.
At 37 I realize it will never happen for for me.
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