Hooked
I was never one to grovel
I was never one to beg
I was never one to demonstrate a sign of care
For my heart would always whisper, “Beware”
I was never one to play hard to get
Half of the time, I am oblivious
I was never one to contemplate
Trying to find meaning in a hollow pit
For I hear only the echo of an ambitious voice
Nothing more, nothing less
Just me, my thoughts, as usual, mislead
I was never one to consider
What possibilities for us are kept?
By my feelings I am fed
By my yearnings that turn me red
I was never one to pluck the petals
And secretly wish upon a “he loves me”
I was never one to glance at a couple,
and wish like them we would be two
I was never one to wish upon a stare
Or gaze upon the moon
Pleading for a sign to come soon
I was never, I was never
But now
I am forever, I am forever
Copyright © Mary Moussa | Year Posted 2013
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