I have a hidden side,
Cast in the shadows of my mind,
Crippled in the fetal position,
That often myself I find.
He is the side that loves,
An unreleased sorta love,
That only wishes to hold and kiss,
A pretty lady under the covers.
****** desire in the back of the mind,
Absent in the feelings of belonging,
In a love I can hold.
Yes, I often do think of this,
As I sit alone in the basement,
Doing that same old thing as every other day.
I feel empty like a prison lacking prisoners.
They might hate to be there,
But without them the jail is pointless.
Where is this love and why does it avoid me?
Deer in headlights,
Who always manages to get away.
One day I'll hit it,
Pounce on it as it jumps.
Caress it in my arms,
And then I will finally have enough.
I share my feelings with you strangers, even though very few of my friends know I write. And honestly that's just the way I like it.