I’m looking for love,
In all the wrong places,
Following the crowd,
And all the old faces,
I’m kissing the frogs,
But never a prince,
Looking for someone,
To leave fingerprints.
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I’m looking for love,
In all the wrong stations,
Catching the train,
To pretend situations.
I’m still in third class,
Not moving to first,
Standing room only,
I’m falling head first.
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I’m looking for love,
In all the wrong guises,
Protecting my heart,
From pain and surprises,
I see all my chances,
In rose tinted lenses,
Still chasing heroes,
Till I come to my senses.
I hope when you come to your senses, there will be the man who will love you, put you first and be good to you every day of your life. Even if he is a frog every second Tuesday. 🙂
Lol, 🙂
Reblogged this on Traces of the Soul.
Thanks for the re-blog 🙂
When you find the right one, ask if he has a sibling…;)
Beautiful poem!!!
Thank you 🙂
Just great! Glad to have found your site
Great poem…and true of many of us, very insightful!
Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
Humorous introspection and guide post for seekers of all genders.
Really loved it. Good job!