What Do I Do Now?

What do I do now
that love didn't blossom,
do I go on living or lay
down and play possom?

My body feels so empted,
jaded, and bear;
I feel as naked as a newborn,
and my heart is in deep despair.

The world now looks at me as
though I have no a life,
mercifulless eyes so piercing
like the black of the night

I wanted to be the one
who he has ever loved,
but I guess I wasn't his type
I'll sweep this under the rug.

The rich and the poor still aren't mixing
could fate have played a part
in these cold-blooded fixings?

Although I'm desponded, I believe that
there is nothing impossible for God to do,
after all, he is the one who created the
heavens, stars and moon,

so I'll wait, hope, and always do what's right
because maybe fate will have a change of heart,
and send him my way tonight, but if it doesn't,
I'll always remain true, true to my values,
because sometimes love doesn't bloom.


(BET) This is not a snide remark to the readers of this poem. It refers to the place that inspired this poem. It's also helps me to remember what inspired the poem.
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