Too often…

Too often we are scared to loose someone,

Too often we wish that someone would stay a little longer,

Too often when it rains outside, we wish to be with someone special,

Too often we wait just for a glimpse,

Way too often someone is missed,

Sometimes when the phone rings,

How we pray it’s a special call,

How badly at times we need someone,

Oh dear someone!! Are u there?

Too often do we ask them…

Too often we forget who we are,

Too often we are known as a part of them,

Too often we loose ourselves for someone,

And too often they become the world to us,

Too often and when it gets too late,

We seek ourselves,

Too often we wish we were desired too,

Often too late, not so soon,

We look into the mirror to love ourselves

Too seldom too late

We wish someone doesn’t come back,

Too late we realize we are made so strong,

Way too far as we move ahead,

We look within us to find the strength

Often too late it’s for good,

And slowly ‘the someone’ does not exist,

Often so soon we are in love with ourselves,

Beautiful and sweet those days are back,

Without a single string attached,

When every expectation is dead,

Oh it’s beautiful to be in love with yourself,

Too often we don’t realize,

That someone only makes you weak,

Often too late, the strength is within