Empty inside.
Love is always late to class.
Should I toast Loneliness' triumph with the raise of my wine glass?
I could become comfortably numb.
**** inside myself and act, sitting here, motionless and dumb?
Should I admit I like her?
If admitting such will cause her to run from me and become a faint blur?
Icicles from the coldness of this patient and cold void stab my heart
Right in the middle.
Should I play the Devil for a deal for a score with my fiddle?
I act alike any one else around here who pretends.
To be content.
In my world as I am boxed in a corner ,already.
Feeling stuck without her loving hand to fail to relent..
To give in to my true kindness given to her and my love she sees to be real?
Maybe I'm not playing the right part in this picture show.
Maybe I need a new script to send a message to her heart
So, for me, she can understand how deep for her I feel.
I pretend to smile. I long for a life's road partner and companion.
Why must I fall for such a lady?
A beautiful soul and creation I see as a work of art....
Who already has her love..her champion?
I live afar..Long to be near to her.
I wish to share my life with her... who is a bright light.
Maybe I need to check my sanity and call it a night.