Ok,so I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to write a Huddy poem...I hope u find it good...This is my first Huddy poem and it's from Cuddy's POV.
Find me
I was waiting for u to find me,
Thought it would be easier to wait
Somehow it wasn't and u weren't there,
Although I did have fate.
I thought nothing else was going on,
I thought u liked me,seems I was wrong.
What do I have now, nothing,
I'm just thinking about u all dag long.
When I thought that was it,
We are never going to be together,
Just then u reach to kiss me,
Just then u make it all better.
Guess u had found me, but somehow
I was meer lost than before,
I don't know where we are now,
But we're not kissing anymore.
Here I am floating between land and sky,
I don't see nothing, don't hear any sound.
I know nothing except to hope,
Hope one dag you'll bring me to the ground.
Thanks for reading!!!
Find me
I was waiting for u to find me,
Thought it would be easier to wait
Somehow it wasn't and u weren't there,
Although I did have fate.
I thought nothing else was going on,
I thought u liked me,seems I was wrong.
What do I have now, nothing,
I'm just thinking about u all dag long.
When I thought that was it,
We are never going to be together,
Just then u reach to kiss me,
Just then u make it all better.
Guess u had found me, but somehow
I was meer lost than before,
I don't know where we are now,
But we're not kissing anymore.
Here I am floating between land and sky,
I don't see nothing, don't hear any sound.
I know nothing except to hope,
Hope one dag you'll bring me to the ground.
Thanks for reading!!!
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when u are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older u get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today door commercialisation from American films and televisie commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we commentaar and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.