There’s “something” missing.
I’ll put it that way,
For my own sake.
My hopes are afraid of these heights
Many come and go,
Falling has become a starry-eyed fear
I find all it takes is,
Some artful kind words,
An image of “dreams come true,”
And finish me off with a smile,
Of the eyes,
just as the mouth.
I won’t settle for anything less than genuine.
A lesson learned from beyond me
A lesson, nonetheless.
«c.h.b.»
i made a friend and we’re good but...he makes me feel good about myself and my life....to the point I don’t know how to feel about him.
