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OH, HOW I LONG FOR LOVE

 

How empty I feel!

How many hours have I wasted staring into space wondering what must be wrong with me?

Oh, how I long for love!

 

I have heard the words through the years.

I have felt the presence of those around me saying the words.

I have felt their embraces and have longed for them,

But because of you I could never own them.

Oh, how I long for love.

 

Yes, because of you and your dastardly deeds,

Your sick perversions, not only could I not receive the love others gave to me,

But I could never give love in return.

Oh, how I long for love.

 

Due to your sickness,

For years growing up through adolescence,

I wondered if I was gay.

How many hours have I wasted engaged in sexual activities with the opposite sex,

Feeling nothingness, unworthiness.

All because of you and your perverted mind.

Oh, how I long for love.

 

As I gazed into the mirror of life,

I see the empty eyes, the broken heart, the battered memories of the abused child,

All quietly hiding in the dark corners of my soul,

Trembling there full of fear of the world.

Oh, how I long for love.


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