Little White Dove…

As the room spins and the ceiling lowers,
I lay alone on my sofa,
Romanticising about finally being with the one,
Someone,
Not alone,
For once,
When and will I ever meet my Prince,
As time passes,
It becomes increasingly hard to convince,
Me,
Convince me that one day I alone,
Shall become two!
I don’t want to be just me,
I want to be two,
But I must confess,
That loneliness,
Seems to linger,
And manifest,
I sparsely meet people,
And when I do,
The ones with potential,
They show no interest,
And the ones without,
They do,
So whilst the people around me,
Fall in love,
I must still fly solo,
A lonesome little white dove,
Just wishing that I could,
Be as lucky as the rest of you!
And so I must savour my fantasies,
As if they were my realities,
Because love cannot find everyone,
It keeps dodging me,
I must be,
That unlucky someone,
No loving for me,
The illegitimate bustard,
It was never part of my recipe,
And therefor not my destiny,
Love is not for all,
And it is not for me,
The sooner I realise,
The less pain and catastrophe my future will have in store for me.

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