sometimes the howling of the wind under the starry winter sky must be the rush of dreams that dances in our sleep they travel far, they travel wide they howl maybe because they are no longer for us to keep infatuated by the obsession of a better reality
Who am I With the settlement In what I consistently do In what I unconditionally feel To entertain your happiness Just as they are my own Most, in fact is The love I have For my friends Family & You...
And what would it feel like I always ask myself Striving to be the best Filling my cup of tea By the affection reciprocated Yet to actually have a beloved Who would unconditionally Feel and do the same For me
We all learn Not to be certain way Yet there are precious moments In my day I just want to clasp With all my strength And not give a **** But u learned right They all jeer Not to do that And that moment passes And I am left clutching the air So I nod like I always do And go about my day