When Is It My Turn

They walk by me, those lovebirds in twos and threes


Photo by Norbert Braun on Unsplash

They walk by me,

hand in hand,


trapped in the bonds

of their ecstasy.

Walking by me in twos and threes,

making me wonder

when will it be my turn.

To meet someone

who is my other half,

my hearts only joy,

the chocolate to my vanilla.

Where is my prince,

where is my unstoppable love,

have they gotten lost in the

tragic moments

that seem to pile on as the world

becomes darker and darker,

with pain and sickness…



Nicole Maharaj
Moon Light Confessions

I bleed out my soul in my writing, in these pages you will find poems and short stories fantastical in nature and completely fictional. And some reviews too!