He Has Love to Give

Why can’t I just have love?
I wonder inside, I am so alone, like the world has denied.
I smile, but no smiles find their way back,
I give so much, yet I feel the lack.
Hugs, food, love—I offer it all,
Love, laughs, respect, at anyone’s call.
Wanna cuddle close on a cold winter’s night,
Feel warmth in the darkness, hold someone tight.
Maybe I should give that guy a chance,
The one who looks at me with that hopeful glance.
But he’s not my type, something’s not right,
Yet he has love to give, pure and bright.
He’s not my type—I tell myself so,
But love, real love, it doesn’t always show.
He has love to give, and I’m still here,
Maybe the heart knows more than the mirror.
Should I let him in, see what could be?
Maybe love is different than I thought it should be.

Bailey Young/The Baron

Maybe It Was the Love

I’ve looked too deep into things, too far,
I thought it was more than love, a guiding star.
But men have damaged me, left me unsure,
Maybe I’m no good for love, never secure.
I gave my respect, but it came back void,
They neglected me, left me feeling destroyed.
They took advantage, drained my heart dry,
And left me in pieces, just wondering why.
Maybe it’s the love of men from my past,
That crumbled, that never seemed built to last.
I cry, cry, cry, asking where I went wrong,
My pillows are soaked with sadness too strong.
Maybe it’s the love that was lacking at home,
The family that never made me feel less alone.
When I needed them most, they were nowhere near,
Just ghosts in my life, fading year after year.
Or the one who I thought would want to know me,
But left, disappeared, never let me be free.
Maybe it’s all the love I never received,
That left me broken, struggling to believe.