Valentine That Never Was [Feb2014]

In the streets of New York City
Lives a boy not much older than 15
Who has had many loves
But all who walk away and leave

I leads a fairly normal existence
One with hits and misses
But deep down inside
I just need soft, tender kisses

Laying awake as I like
Alone with my night light
Making next day plans
And softly crying into the night

Trying to get better, to be free
Of this life with misery
Of this life that has no mean
Trying to get better, trying to be free

I have friends, I have foes
All of which I bestow
A better life with much purpose
A better life than the one I know

I've come to see
That this existence is not for me
That I discovered
That this existence is misery

So as I write this, from inside me
I hope that you will come to see
As i type this late a night
The Valentine That Will Never Be
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Keep in mind that Poetry doesn't come as easily as writing short stories do. But it was still a challenge that i thought was fun

reply to post by golden23


I sure thought that was very beautiful. I enjoyed it.
But at the same time it made me sad..
Happy Valentines Day
Good luck
-nat