Girl Next Door

Unliked.
Unpursued.
Unconsidered.
Unwanted.
Unseen.

The same people get all the attention
while I get just a few mentions
And no one will brave enough
to claim if they are ever in love.

And I'm a nobody -- full of success
But made of something less.
Nobody cares to notice my heart
to look at all my hidden parts.

Nobody wants to do the chase
or decipher my mind of a maze
Nobody wants to hold my hand in happiness
and be a shadow beside my loneliness
Nobody wants to talk with me until morning
and unwind a stressful day with me in the evening
Nobody wants to hear my crazy laughter
or to wipe my tears away in times of disaster

Or maybe I have really been selfish
there's something that I have missed
and maybe it's that love is meant to be given
instead of just waiting for me to be taken
Maybe people only love when they are loved
like a heaven sent gift from God
Maybe to find love as I am looking for one now
I should also give love and then somehow
Someone will see the effort I have made
and believe that the price is already paid
by someone who loves greater than I can ever will
who loves me more than I can ever feel.

Maybe poems should be addressed to my ultimate lover
whose majesty and beauty forever I will discover.