If love is for the matture, why must the young suffer? Who am i to say i have not found the one who i love, but will never love me back? If i am to find someone else, shall i not be settling? About ready to die inside, i shead a final tear. My heart feels stabbed, and i feel hopeless. Gone like the wind, this generations feelings will be. But am i not to say, i'm diffrent?
I have to say reading this I couldn't really get into it. It's a nice message and a good piece, but it really didn't have enough feeling to me. Nothing jumped out in the way you used your words that would catch my attention. There weren't any mistakes that I noticed, so that's good. You should try working on playing with your words though. It was a good poem, keep writing ^_^
