How can typing
And writing
Heal?

How can the soul find ease
When in truth its just a tease?

To feel whole for a second
Helps, I guess

But how can one cope?

Hope?

There I was
Minding my own business
I was not longing for kisses
I was not a lost cause

Then you appeared
And said a kind word
My chest stirred
And I got weird

So it was done
My heart was sealed
But it wasn't revealed
Until after I lost my loved one

How strange are the workings of the heart
That what was truly good was hidden
While it was forbidden
But now I'm falling apart...

Now the feeling is off the chart
And I have a need to impart
Now I'm falling apart
And I don't feel so smart

Some days it's hard to continue pretending

It feels never ending!

Was this an accident?

Love can seem so innocent...

Until you're in too deep
And you can no longer fall asleep

You just lay there, longing
And you keep on falling

How often I wonder...

Where does this end?
When can I no longer pretend?