It's hard to keep at this game
When day after day
I feel myself slowly drifting away,
Because I prefer different rather than the same.

Maybe it's because i have a different definition of love.
What I want is a rendition the world around me seems unfamiliar with.

I look around me,
Kisses without meaning,
"I love you"s that only exist in the moment,
A surface with no texture.

I keep searching,
My heart breaks
As it keeps yearning.

I haven't found it yet,
I haven't found her yet.
It's hard to keep hoping.