It’s just so late at night,
while I’m trying to get this right.
I write down a thousand things,
like the meaning to why love gives you wings,
or about broken hearts and tears,
the memories through out the years.
This and so much more,
yet I can’t find,
a poem for my kind.
A person that appears to know so much,
longs for a personal touch.
Something that can describe,
something that can add a momentum to their vibe.
It’s difficult to explain,
and I’ve been trying to, but in vain.
Writing endlessly,
for everyone, except me.
Maybe I just have to ask,
will someone please take up the task?
Write a poem, maybe a song,
so I can know where I too belong.