Starved For Love

A poem I wrote at fourteen, for a girl I thought I loved. I was living with my father in California at the time.

I feel I must ask this question or else I'll lose my mind
Words of Anger, Thoughts of Depression, Acts of Homicide
These are but a few of the many thoughts that plague my mind

All of this for Love?
I must truly be insane!
The question?
For what Purpose do I exist, and does She feel the same?

Author's Note

The capitalization of certain words was because of my emphasis on certain thoughts at the time.

Reviews

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this is a good read.!