most of my prayers go unanswered
I won’t be winning the lottery
I won’t be getting an Ashton Martin
I won’t get the million dollar house
or the man of my dreams
I could scream out loud at times
still poor and lonely
I’m probably the strangest person I know
I keep most of my thoughts to myself
only God knows
I’m sure he thinks I’m strange too
I weird myself out at times
probably why my prayers go unanswered
I could live without most of them
hell I do already
just want to find the man in my dreams
had a voodoo woman give me a hint once
probably all a lie though
just wish love would come my way
a lover and a friend
guess that’s too much to ask for
two prayers in one
neither get answered
only the normal people get what they want
I could try pretending
but my secret would come out eventually
my strange ways keep most at a distant
few friends
my looks keep most uninterested
no lover to call
my crazy thoughts keep God silent
no answered prayers

About fpurefoy

I say what I feel and feel what I say.

Posted on October 21, 2012, in Bed Time Stories, Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Great piece, and I find it very relatable. But, eventually, you’ll find someone just as strange as you consider yourself 😉

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