Sircharlesthepoet

Poetry by Charles Joseph


Unrequited

I’m starting to realize that confessing your love is more selfish than effective.
We see someone. We like someone.
Then give them our feelings to deal with.
And then what? What are they to do with it? What do you expect?

Imagine waking up, fresh and well experienced in your young age.
Then, upon stepping outside to in-take a breath of fresh air, you find a baby.
In waiting. In a basket. On your doorstep. What then?
Foster care? Cops? I guess I’m a parent now? Hit up grandma or mom?

It’s not so simple.

@Sircharlesthepoet



5 responses to “Unrequited”

  1. Haha I’d call the cops, ask to foster them, and then hopefully adopt them. That one is easy for me. But, the biggest decision to me could be the littlest to you and so on. We all have these beautiful perspectives that take care of this world.

    1. That’s beautiful man. It’s great that you carry that mindset, but I’m assuming not many people think like that haha. As for me, I’d freak out!

  2. Snapping my fingers. This poem is nice

      1. You are most welcome

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