Like a stone...
I feel alone...
Hoping for motion...
A glimpse of change...
A back wet ally....
Where the black cat strays....
Only a half moon....
As the night turns to day...
In the sun's rays,
I now begin to pray....
For a life,
that I cannot find....
Caught in a illusion,
where colors constantly change...
I dream about love,
but some call it ***...
As my life has become splintered....
I try not to hurt...
Hurt comes in only one form,
which eats at the heart...
I wait for it to pass.....
Only to know it's coming back...
With passion comes pain...
With hope comes let downs...
If I was a tree,
I could only fall....
Like a dog without a bark....
I could only moan...
So what can I do....
What can I say....
To feel that love,
I felt that very first day...