My time

Everywhere I go I see the same thing:
holding hands
loving talk
romance being shared

It makes me think
'Am I able to find someone
that's good for me?"
But I don't think they've ever cared...

I have tried to stop this single status
saying how I feel
shot down everytime
my soul and heart torn and teared

Now I think...
"When will it be my time..."

That's what, your 3rd poem? Still awsome as ever! Keep up the good work! 8/10

I have other. Theres one that no one replyed to. one was some sort of stopry in rhyme, and I forgot the other...