Tiredly waiting to reach out to someone, passing by every
single chance, because I'm not good enough.
Desperately wanting to talk about something - anything -
and never do.
Love stalks me from the shadows, never daring to creep out
into the light of day and take me by the hand.
Always scurrying inside the realm of make-believe - never
bringing to fruition any source of love.
Days go by, as so many pages in a book, and love is never
realized.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-never-realized/
