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