I don't know what is compelling
Me to seek you out.
I don't know what I'm
Looking for or even what this
Could be about.
A door was opened, and I
Was left to figure it out.
But I haven't the slightest idea
Where to start, or even try
To get back my heart.
I was so dumb and did
Not think that it would
Be taken with a feeling that
Is so sweet.
And that it would turn out
To be a lie as my illusions
Of love were torn from me
And thrown back at my feet.
It's not your fault that I
Was brought to this level;
Lured by images of you, snagged
By broken promises of adventures
That were on a list of things to do.
Yet, as it was all flagged and I
Was hit by the cold, hard truth of reality;
the damage was already done.
The liars of all liars had their fun!
And here I am, left behind,
Beyond repair, trust shattered,
As I escape from within myself, I'm
Sitting on the edge, looking down
At a trusting soul left so battered.
Still holding on to... wanting to...
I don't know what's compelling me
To seek you out.
I don't know what I'm
Looking for or even what this
could be about.
But I think that you are the key
That could fit in my door that
was left opened; you could reach in
and let out a weight that has had me
down for I desperately seek to be free.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
I don't know what is compelling
Me to seek you out.
I don't know what I'm
Looking for or even what this
Could be about.
A door was opened, and I
Was left to figure it out.
But I haven't the slightest idea
Where to start, or even try
To get back my heart.
I was so dumb and did
Not think that it would
Be taken with a feeling that
Is so sweet.
And that it would turn out
To be a lie as my illusions
Of love were torn from me
And thrown back at my feet.
It's not your fault that I
Was brought to this level;
Lured by images of you, snagged
By broken promises of adventures
That were on a list of things to do.
Yet, as it was all flagged and I
Was hit by the cold, hard truth of reality;
the damage was already done.
The liars of all liars had their fun!
And here I am, left behind,
Beyond repair, trust shattered,
As I escape from within myself, I'm
Sitting on the edge, looking down
At a trusting soul left so battered.
Still holding on to... wanting to...
I don't know what's compelling me
To seek you out.
I don't know what I'm
Looking for or even what this
could be about.
But I think that you are the key
That could fit in my door that
was left opened; you could reach in
and let out a weight that has had me
down for I desperately seek to be free.
The thing about poetry is that you're never really finished. You find yourself going back to that verse and then... you add a little more! I could go on forever with this one because there is just no end to this...It's eternal!
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