The desire to love another to see that person in your arms. To dawn a new form a new horizon. But when you hold your new love all you see. Is the desire of the past. The impossibility of that love torments you to holds you back like a warden who's prison you are in. It's shackles haunt and torment you.  You need to move on you say to go forward to take that step. But all you see or want is the past. Yet even in the past it was not to be. Tormented that she was meant for another. Unknown is it to you the reason for your affection. All you know is that you want her. You desire her. You need her. You'd **** for her you'd die for her. You become obsessed. You ask yourself why?!? Why must I love this person?! It drives you insane all the while you try and forget her to leave her and never remember her. But like a mother to her child you come back. You need her. But she can't be yours. She's meant for another. The burning desire inside of you can never be quench. So you desire to forget and leave. Become a wanderer and set for the sands of time. Your love manifests itself into your world. Untainted by the its love being reciprocated. It simply because like a dog begging for its master to praise it. But you have become a wanderer you try and move away from this un evolving  love. But you can never leave. It will haunt you. You were meant to be but your half of the soul was split in two. And your other  half is her lover. This torments you. You want to simply sleep. It's been a tiring journey all you want is sleep. You were a wanderer but now. You're a warrior and it's time to find your rest.