Yearning for that connection,
Teased with it, for all these years,
Blinded by it, enveloped by it,
Finding it again, my only goal,
I miss it, I'm incomplete without it,
A part of me dies, each time,
That it's ripped away,
One day, maybe I'll succeed,
Find it and keep it close,
But odds are, it'll be torn away,
And leave me worse for ware,
Tis better to have loved and lost,
Then to have never loved at all,
They always seem to say,
But it is those that are in love,
Seem to say it most,
Built up and torn down,
Seems to be my curse,
Dangling the prize,
Just outside my reach,
Oh, you almost had it,
So close, yet so far,
An endless battle,
With no end in sight,
A broken soul is like a puzzle,
With missing pieces,
No matter how close you come,
No matter how many pieces you find,
It will never be whole,
It will never be complete...