He Sits
He sits in the lonely cold winter ,only kept warm by his thoughts
Freezing, sunk in his knits
He tries to keep himself busy,
making loud hiphop beats
All these burning questions in his head
Prays to God asking how many
chances one gets aat love
Response is not instant but he keeps facing up above
Searching for answers
On how the void in his life can be filled
He sits
Fingers crossed anticipating, another like soul to come by but all hope is murdered
By those who come and go with their fancy sexy soul-less bodies
He feels as if she's the reason why he has failed to find love
Stuck between to walls in a relationship which confines his every little ability to feel right
Spiritually, his living in a world full of strangers
He cries, confused and blinded
By those beautiful moments spent with her
Effortless conversations
Right Proportional physical possessions
He beats himself up
Deep regretting how he messed up
But still she reads these words
Giving him every reason to keep his hopes up.