Some one I can talk to
After living through
Hellish days of paid slavery
An economy suffering
I would rather be alone than someone suffer me
A pain so deep
I day dream of sleep
And love does not love anybody
Love poems was my hobby
Now I write wishes to make known
A love of my own
Kisses that massage happiness into me
A smile that simply says "I am home"
Wishful thing is all I known
A love is what I wish for
I want my life to mean more
I need to find her