sometimes love is not there
sometimes we find love in our despair
we reach for the light in our darkness
we seek out that one who will care
so they can soften our heart consumed by hardness
but sometimes we dont find compassion
we search until our eyes become weary
we look for a soul with wich to share our passion
but all we find is regret that causes our eyes to become teary
sometimes we crawl upon the ashes alone
we continue to live but not thrive
we just want a call to appear on the phone
if this keeps up me may nolonger be able to indure and survive
This poem is about:
Me