What others find difficult, comes with ease.
Yet the trivialities of their own, brings me to my knees.
Why does this feel like a debilitating disease?
Learning to live with such a blessed curse?
I find myself pondering, on a slow march to a hearse.

Yet we must continue, day by day.
Lest we let life slip away.
Oh to find someone to share our hopes and dreams.
Or yet, worse off - to have love deprived.
Tirelessly waiting for the day we're revived.

Until that day, the march continues.
Effortlessly excelling.
Tediously dwelling.
Why is your love so **** compelling?

Surely the recipe I have will see me through.
Living a life, better than the majority do.
Yet it's not enough, I'm incomplete.
Why do I rely on you to bring me to my feet?

Constantly on the mind, a burden seemingly undefined.
Monday to Sunday, occuring daily without falter.
A posit ineffable, some would say laughable.
Like silence when broken, cemented in time.
Do not fret, life's not done with you yet.
Your time is nigh, get up and fly.
Leave behind those dark fragments suspended in time.

Deeply yearning for your sweet embrace.
To softly running fingers across your face.
Your scent so powerfully overwhelming.
Tucked in so tightly away from the world, exchanging passions lost to everyone else.

A sense of home, of passion, of trust. Something that'll leave everything else in the dust.
Nothing more, nothing less, just your head upon my chest.
That peace it brings, makes your soul sing. The time it takes to appreciate, a downfall so many have succumbed to.
Anchored by the weight of your sins.
Let go of the past, else it won't last.

Yet, there's hope.
A glimmer.
An ember.
The memories at night, that will you to remember.
So lost in thought, desire and torment.
To the next chance we get to reclaim our moment.
A distance so trivial yet so far, will never overcome the power of the heart.