Empty your pockets before
you tell me your lies.

Because pockets hold guns,
money, and keys,
and 1000 other things you don't want me to see.

In the beginning we were naked
with nothing to hide.

We walked through this garden side by side.

But now silk robes and deep pockets
complete your disguise.

So empty your pockets 
before you speak to me,
I demand proof
that there's nothing to see!

In fact don't even bother to speak.

I refuse to believe, 
until you've shown yourself to be
every bit as naked
as you've forced me to be!

She's so **** cute!
It's hard to believe,
this perfect girl could ever see,
even the least little something in a guy like me.

Introverted and shy, just an average guy,
who's somewhat daft with a pen.

Plying rhythmic schemes
on this girl of my dreams,
hoping somehow to win.  

To win her favor
to hold her hand,
to kiss her lips so fair.

Really, could my words touch her heart?
Will she even care?

Every Poets torment,
every Poets despair
That the desires of his heart
should fall on deaf ears.

But occasionally he is heard
sometimes she even clings on every word
and falls just as deeply as he.

And that my friends is why
this Joe Average guy,
learned to pour his heart out in poetry.

Romantic adventures
are not moments to treasure,
The thrill of the chase no longer moves me.

Catch and release,
fish stories of fantasy.
Always Pining the one that got away.

Trophies on a wall,
I swear I had them all,
but tell me where are they today?

The thrill of the chase no longer moves me.
Give me a hand to hold,
a love that will soothe me.

Moments made and treasured,
through passing years.

Not just memories of glories, 
that quickly fade away.

(acoustic guitar intro)
(verse)
I remember the look in your eyes
I remember the sound of your sighs
I remember all of those good good times

(chorus)
but that was before you lied
before you made me cry
before you broke my heart.
Please tell me why!
Please tell me why!

(verse2)
I remember the good times we had
and I remember before our love turned bad
but I can't remember why.
because.

(chorus)
that was before you lied,
before you made me cry
before you broke my heart.
Please tell me why!
Please tell me why!

(instrumental bridge) (guitar solo)

Please tell me why
Please tell me why,
Tell me why you lied
why our love died.

I remember the look in your eyes,
I remember the sound of your sighs
the good times we had,
before our love turned bad,
but I can't remember why.

Why you Lied,
Why did you lie?

(outro)
Why did you lie?
Please tell me,
Please tell me
Why?
Why?

Why.
Please tell me why you lied

Please make me stay,
why should we say, Goodbye?
Open up your heart, give love another try.
Don't close the door,
don't let it die.
Please make me stay,
we're running out of time.

Didn't I make you smile,
more than I made you cry?
Didn't I bring you pleasure?
I can still hear your sighs!
I'm running out of reasons,
I'm running out of rhymes.

Please make me stay,
why should we say, Goodbye?
Open up your heart, give love another try.
Don't close the door,
don't let it die.
Please make me stay,
we're running out of time.

Don't you know my heart breaks,
just the same as you.
Don't you know I feel pain,
in the same way too?
I'm running out of words,
we're running out of time

Please make me stay,
Please make me stay.
Don't close the door,
don't let it die.
Please make me stay,
we're running out of time.
we're running out of time.

Don't let our love run out of time.
Out of time
out of time
out of time

Maybe the ropes were a bit too tight,
the act a little too real tonight.

He kissed the bruises on her wrist.

Kissed the red marks where the candles dripped.

Submission for her was a game of fun,
She chose him to be the dominant one.

He played his part, he drove her hard.

But he played this game for love.

Roles reversed,
Miss Submissive dealt the cards!

Tell me what it is you want me to see
Sometimes my mind wanders, or wonders,
I'm not sure which.

Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither
Maybe I'm just overcome with desire.

You often have that effect on me!

Anyway!

Tell me once again, what it is
you want me to see.

I'll try to pay attention this time.

My God You're BEAUTIFUL!

Do you know that?
ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!

Lemonade sun and tangerine dreams.
Voodoo smiles and passionate screams.

Lying in wait, like a wolf in the night
Teaching pleasures of ****** delight.

Kiss me like a stranger,
A lover you've known all your life.

In your deepest dreams in your darkest nights.

I'm always here to satiate your call,
The spectral lover who knows all.

Deepest urges, darkest desires,
I'll guide your hand, quench your fire.

Then release you my dear
when that lemonade sun
comes pouring in.

One final kiss
But I'll see you again.

I'll always see you again.

Even if it's only in dreams.

There's something about the rain
that brings comfort from the pain.

That washes away the tears,
or at least masks their stains.

That chills a burning heart,
numbs the throbbing pain
turning the world blue in solidarity.

Do the angels cry with you?

Sometimes it seems they do,
as we lift our heads for Clarity.

Smiling through the pain
for there's something about the rain,
and in knowing the world is crying with you!

You touch the spot on my heart that makes it beat.
It flutters for you and my life's blood flows.

I see your face when I am sleeping, 
awake you're my dreams come true.

You're a kiss in the moonlight, 
a walk in the rain, 
and every romantic cliche, 
that you could think to name.

There are no words to express all the love I feel for you, 
but as a poet I must try, 
until my days are through.

So I'll end on a line stolen,
repeating what you once told me true.

(You have bewitched me, 
body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.

I never wish to be parted from you,
from this day on.)

Thank You Jane Austin.

I love to walk through cemeteries
reading all the stones.

Not the names so much
as the stories that are told.

I really like the old ones
where the live oaks grow.

And the dead lie in shaded
gardens planted all in rows.

Marble angels look towards heaven,
with weathered wings and robes.

stone cherubs represent nameless babies
from a hundred years ago.

Fine cut pillars of the hardest stone,
mark graves of rich men who died alone.

and in the farthest corners
the small cement stones.

barely readable names
of people no one knows.

But the soil is no worse
here than it is over there.

And the angel in the center
just pretends to cry.

Honestly, she doesn't care.

Verse]
The world looks back through a motel window,
Just another town without a name.
The road is calling me,while I sit here waiting out the rain.


[Chorus]
Waiting out the rain
trying to regain
some perspective
I've lost along the way.

Waiting out the rain
Memories streak through my brain
Like the  drops against the window pane.
And suddenly I'm back again.


[Verse 2]
Looking at the world through
a motel window
Just another town without a name

Tomorrow I am leaving
Come hell or high-water
I'll be gone.
This vagabond spirit in my soul
Won't let me stay anyplace to long.

[Bridge]

So now I'm,

[Chorus]
Waiting out the rain
trying to regain
some perspective
I've lost along the way.

Waiting out the rain
Memories streak through my brain
Like the  drops against the window pane.
And suddenly I'm back again.


[Outro]
I'm back again
I'm back again
Waiting out the rain

Seems like I'm always
Just waiting out the rain
Waiting out the rain...

I hope there never comes a time

When the blackness in our minds,

surpasses grief and sorrow.

When rage begs not, to be contained.

And sadness no longer cares about tomorrow.

No longer cares, the circumstance.

Making good men heed the witching hours call.

When souls are lost,

and honor falls.

And love is just a word.

Once heard,

But a feeling no longer remembered

at all.

Their eyes met again for the first time.
Unkindled sparks smoldering for years ignite,
He kisses her and she burns.

Scared, scarred,
they kiss hard, her fire spreads.

From her cheeks, to her *****,
to her *****.

Until they are a pyre of love and lust,
Feeding and consuming each other
Like wind on Fire, love erupts!

And suddenly,
they dissolve into each other,
like a soft ash sigh,
gently flickering
against the dark of night.

[verse]
I sit by the window
play my guitar,
and think of you.
I wonder where you are,
Is it raining there too?

[chorus]
Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it pours
Sometimes the sad songs
just can't help anymore,
and my eyes fill with raindrops of you.

[verse2]
I stare back out the window
write a line or two.
If I could get this song on the radio,
Maybe you'd hear it too.

[bridge]

[chorus]
Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it pours
Sometimes the sad songs
just can't help anymore,
and my eyes fill with raindrops of you.

[guitar solo]

Yeah

[outro]
If I could get this song on the radio,
Maybe you'd hear it too.

Maybe you could hear it.

Maybe you could hear it,
Hear it through the rain.
I believe Baby!
Because Sometimes it Rains
but, sometimes,
sometimes
Sometimes the sun shines too.

[slow fade]
yes it does

Some people read my poetry
and think they know me.

Some wonder am I the romantic
I seem to be.

Is my life filled with passions,
and mystery?

Is it full of solitude,
Am I truly the lone wolf,
wandering the roads?

Am I carefree, charismatic,
mournful, spiritual, shy, decadent, tragic?

The answer is Yes, and No!

At times I've been all,
and even none of these.

Storyteller mostly, some fiction,
some reality.

And in the end you will see the me,
you want to see.

But that's ok, because,
I see you, and yes I even see me,
the same way.

She does this thing
a subtle imperfection.

She puts her hair up,
and lets it spill out
along the edges.

Framing her face in sunlight,
diffused just right,
through locks of gold.

Her eyes smile in unison
with the curve of her lips.

Her blue eyes pierce my soul.

And then she laughs,
the sweetest little laugh.

And my heart is no longer my own.

Love is just a dream of hormone imbalanced teens.
It does not exist in reality.

As I struggle to understand the longings of a man,
*** is not the answer for me.

I've had your body in every way,
Still it's your heart and soul for which I pray.

To meet your gaze in the moonlight,
hold your hand in our twilight,
to disappear into the sunset with you.

I wonder,
do you feel the same, or am I just insane? 

It's the only answer that I long for,
and fear the most from you.

Kiss her hard
A little harder than she's use too.

Let her know that she's the one
you want to come home to.

Make love like kids,
in the back seat of a Ford.

Say her name when loving her,
give her something more.

When the hell did loving
become so civil?

When did it become
a Saturday night chore?

Can't we just do it on a Tuesday,
how about right here on the floor!

**** Baby!!!

Don't you know I still love you?

In a drunken kiss
I write of bliss.

debauchery, and pain.

Of pleasures unsavored,
of love unclaimed.

Of mornings without sunshine,
and evenings soaked in rain.

With a swollen head I sit
reading pages, I wonder did I even write.

And in melancholic forgetfulness 
I read with fear and delight.

Not knowing whether to be proud
or scream at the words before me.

Like waking in flight,
from an auto-pilot dream.

Not knowing if the words
came from the ***** or me!

[verse 1]
I call you on the phone
a thousand miles from home
still I can feel your breath in my ear.
[guitar]
This trip has been hell,
I'm telling you baby,
It's so hard to sleep
when you're not here.

[chorus]
So hold the phone a little closer,
let my eyes drink you in.
Tell me that you want me,
imagine my skin on your skin.

[verse 2]
This tour is nearly over,
another month and I'll be home,
the crowds and the spotlight,
can't ease the pain of being alone.

[instrumental Bridge]

[chorus]
So hold the phone a little closer,
let my eyes drink you in.
Tell me that you want me,
imagine my skin on your skin.

[breakdown]
This tour is nearly over,
another month and I'll be home,

So hold the phone a little closer,
Baby, I'm coming home.
Hold the phone a little closer,
I'm so tired of being alone!

[outro]
So hold the phone a little closer,
keep holding on Baby
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home...

Prompts:
Starts with a mournful electric guitar arpeggio and steady traditional drum groove. Sad male vocals enter over sparse bass and atmospheric alternative rock textures. Chorus swells with bluesy lead guitar lines interweaving, drums intensifying. Bridge features expressive guitar solo before fading outro.

Sun tracks high through
a Carolina blue sky.

Down twisting turning roads I fly.

Nothing quite like a Carolina morning,
Sweet Baby James rings in my ears.

Clouds mingle with the mountains
water flows from the rocks like fountains
My God I wish that you were here.

I wish you were here,
Whispering sweet love songs in my ear,
as we while away the miles on the road.

As much as I love to wander,
I'll never stray for long,
Your voice, it always calls me home.

For a Carolina Morning 
no matter how beautiful,

Is never quite as beautiful alone.

Sleeping with the bottle 
I know she's not a friend 
but when I'm feeling lonely 
she always lets me in.

Lets me in and holds me 
in her arms and in her Haze.
Lets me in and holds me,
as I drift away.

Sleeping with the bottle, 
I've tried to walk away. 
But when everyone abandons me, 
I know she will stay.

She lets me in and holds me. 
in her arms and in her haze.
Lets me in and holds me,
as I drift away.

She lets me in and holds me. 
I try to walk away.

Still her warmth keeps calling me 
But I don't want to stay.

She lets me in and holds me.
But I don't want to stay.
She lets me in and holds me.
But I don't want to drift away.

I don't want to.
No I don't, I don't want to,
Drift away.

Drift   away,
Drift   a w a y....

Her head on my chest
Softly she rests 
In the aftermath of loving.

This is the part 
The thing that touches my heart. 

I kiss her forehead
and run my fingers through her hair.

Listening to her sleeping
Lost in the feeling.

This is what love is, 
This is believing,
Conceiving something better,
I can't begin too.

Sleep peacefully My Love.

Let's get naked
And lie down on the shore.

Let the waves caress our bodies
let me touch you once more.

From here to eternity
that image burns in my brain.

As the waves purify us
make us clean again.

Baptize us together
wash all our sins away.

From here to eternity
In your arms I'll always stay.

I posted this poem a few weeks ago but
have since turned it into a song on
my you tube channel.
I'd like to invite you to check it out at

www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry

if you'd like to just read the poem it's here on my
HP Page Thanks!

Kiss me in the darkness.
Touch me how you want to!

Let the feeling take you,
to places you've never been to.

There is truth in the darkness,
for our souls will find the light,
the light in each other
burning so bright.

So Kiss me in the darkness,
Let our souls fly to the sun.
Stay with me past the morning,
For our love has just begun.

Memories are gateways to the past.

Childhood endeavors that couldn't last.

Passages through time, 
love and laughter, joy and tears.

Moments to savor in our passing years.

Still there are memories left to make, 
Surely there are gateways yet to take. 

Highways and byways to explore.

Paths of golden light
reaching deep into the night, 
leading us to some far off cosmic shore.

Too more memories,
more roads, 
life's a book we pray
will never close. 

Even as the final chapter nears its end. 

We look for another gate, 
a portal escaping fate.

And hope for a new journey to begin.

Should we kiss?
I must admit,
I miss the taste of a woman,
the face of a woman,
the place a woman fills in my bed.

Pulling her close in the night
soft skin and silk pajamas,

better yet no pajamas,
just her soft sultry flesh
pressed against mine.

Limbs intertwined,
passion in her eyes,
Lavender Febreze
and the smell of *** cloud my senses.

And in this moment
I am tempted to let down all my defenses.

As words like love,
relationship,
and monogamy  
fill my mind.

This lone wolf life
is not all it's cracked up to be.

So back to the question: should we kiss?

My answer most definitely!

My reflection in a lake
seems so much more real to me.

So much beneath the surface
that no one ever sees.

But what is the reality,
Which one is real?

The Reflection you see,
or what lies beneath!

Surrender to me,
your lips, your *******, your hips.

Surrender to me,
all the love in your heart,
all the passion in your soul.

Give your all to me,
here in my arms,
here in the dark.

All that you give,
I swear,
I will give my all in return.

You are the fire raging in my heart,
You are the passion burning in my soul.

You are the meaning,
the essence of love,
of life, of joy.

You've created a man,
from this once shy boy.

So Surrender to me
as I already have to you.

Together we will share
a dream that can only
be shared by two.

Building a love, a life, a world,
beyond me and you.

Beyond the physical,
beyond the spiritual.

Simply beyond anything,
we ever knew.

They found his body decomposing
rotting away in a chair.

It took seven day for them to find him,
just sitting there.

Fingers locked to a cell phone,
battery also quite dead.

It took a brave soul to revive it,
to look and see what it said.

It said,
In my time of dying,
I sit here.

All alone, no love around,
no family, no friends,
just alone in the end.

Waiting to hear from my true love,
I hope I hear from you today.

One last I love you,
All I want to hear you say.

It came 2 days later,
but all it said was.

HEY.

She swirls around me like a storm
Her rage of confusion does me no harm.

I run my fingers through her hair
and down her side, 
I calm her as she tries to hide.

Tries to hide the way she feels, 
but her trembles, beneath my fingers reveal.

Reveal all she is scared to say. 

Take my hand, I whisper, 
let me lead the way.

Through tumult, and tempest I'll guide you.

On this journey of uncharted waters,
Navigating the unsure rivers of your shielded heart.

Until hand and hand we arrive,
on the golden shores, 
of a love so true.

In the shadows she now stands
a bridge to the past
a link to yesteryear.

Beside her modern day brother
of concrete and steel
she whispers " I'm still here"

She doesn't pale in comparison
that fact is clear.

She shines in the sun,
in a weathered sort of way.

Saying "Remember me"
I'll be gone someday.

My purpose is now much grander
than just reaching from one side to the other.

I reach into history, into the memories
of those who remember me,
when I was vital
when I was necessary.

Not many left now,
of them, or of those like me.

So visit when you can,
hold a loved one's hand,
and pass beneath my eves.

"We're still here", so make new memories.

Cause when we're gone we're gone,
and all that will remain,
Is faded photos, old stories,
and memories.

The open road possesses my soul
leaning to and fro,
into and through the curves of the road.

The curves life throws.

I glide, I fly, down these thoroughfares,
these desolate highways,
back roads, and byways.

Adrift on the wind that surrounds me.

Pounds me,
fills my bones, 
with its heat,
with its cold.

With a satisfaction of freedom
I've only ever known,
on two wheels.

My motorcycle is a time machine
that transports me to years long ago.

I am ageless as I hurdle forward.

A faceless, genderless soul,
behind a visor of golden sun,
obscuring the time traveler within.

But even though you can't see me,
I can assure you I am smiling. 

And I will be until
my ride reaches its end.

We met in a bar
had a few drinks 
did it in my car.

Just casual ***, 
all it was meant to be.

but somehow it felt like something more to me.

Her name was April, 
it was an evening in May,
now it's mid September 
and in my mind she still stays.

I visit that bar every night,
hoping she'll be there,
hoping I might, get a chance to see her.

To make things right,
to resolve these conflicts
I have in my mind.
To tell her I felt something,
can we try one more time?

To tell her it didn't feel casual to me.

But apparently, 
It did to her.

I wonder how often casual ***
is really casual?

Summer in a corn field  
learning about love.

Two kids coming of age 
Under the afternoon sun.

She was warm, and wild, and willing,
I was young and hard and lean.

It wasn't exactly love
It was never meant to be.

We both went our own way, 
living our own dreams.

But sometimes when I'm sleeping 
you come back to me.

Through the corn fields of my mind,
We wander one more time.

You were warm, and wild, and willing,
I was young, and hard, and lean.

And we make love in memories,
we make love in dreams.

I wake and I wonder,
do you ever wonder of me?

Do you ever revisit the corn fields
of our childhood memories?

Do you ever wake and wonder,
Whatever became of me?

I wonder what became of you!

So the stock market crashed again
Boomer's bankrolls run dry.

Can't retire this year
can't afford to die.

They say it's only temporary
in the long run we will thrive.

But what if your long run is coming to an end.

After fifty years of hard work 
they say just begin again.

**** it up, be a man, take one for the team.

Take your SS check and move to the Philippines, 
Or maybe Tijuana where you can still afford to live.

We don't need your *** in the USA 
once you've given all you've got to give.

Self deportation may be your answer
to inflation,
Go live with the Latinos you so love to hate.

Your lifetime of savings
is such a small price to pay.

After All, it's gonna
Make America Great!!!

I fell in love with a mountain,
I worshipped her from afar.

She drew me in closer
I slept in her arms.

Gazing up into her treetops
Sleeping beneath God's stars.

The Milky Way is just a halo
My mountain wears at night.

The valley sleeps in her shadow
securely without fright.

Her protections all around.

No place on earth
I'd rather be than here.

Listening to the wind,
whistling through the air.

The smell of earth and pine
the mountain breathes,
for me to hear.

Yes, I fell in love with
a mountain, and she
doesn't even know I'm here.

She just stands in
Quiet majesty
without a care.

And in her stoic indifference
I stare up at her,

and I swear, it makes
me love her even more.

Love is not seen with the eyes,
that's attraction.

Love is not felt in a kiss,
that's reaction.

Love is not construed within the mind,
that's reason.

Love is only born in the heart,
that's believing.

And in my heart I believe.
beyond reason,
beyond reaction,
or attraction.

I believe beyond believing that I love you.

Sometimes I write poetry
most times it writes me.

Showing me things 
I need to see.

Things I need to acknowledge
to be a better man.

Not to change the world, 
but to change what I can.

Most often times
it's a change in me,
A reflection of a man 
I don't want to see.

Sometimes I write poetry,
most times it writes me.

And the more that I write
the more I'll like what I see.

And maybe someday
if I write well enough,

The man in the mirror
will smile back at me.

Sun breaks over the lake
Waking me from my dreams.

Haze thick upon the water
Silent, surreal, calming, serene.

Hard to explain,
waking up alone in nature.

When I was younger, I wanted friends all around.

Bright lights, big cities,
laughter and music abound.

But now I take things slower,
moments not needing to share.

A misty morning sunrise,
Coffee in a kettle,
wood smoke in the air.

Just me and my memories,
moments without a care.

I know I can't stay,
soon I'll have to pack up and leave.

But right here, right now,
It's just God, Nature, and Me.

She lies back and pictures
his hands on hers.

Beneath her skirt he moves.

His breath hot in her ear,
though he isn't really here,
She moves in a way
she knows would please him.

She sees him, she breathes him,
in her mind she can feel him.

On top of her, inside of her.
She gasps!

******* waves of emotion
rush forth, like the ocean
moving fast towards the shore.

Crashing in ecstasy, she prays,
come home to me.

allowing herself
to ride the waves of memory,
Until he returns to her.

He always returns to her.

When I saw your face I knew
I'd love you till the end.

Even though we parted
We came back around again.

Half a lifetime has passed us by
still nothing has changed.

You're still that same sweet girl,
Who has lingered in my brain.

Smiles filled with sunshine,
wind wild in your hair,
eyes of blue still beacon me come here!

Many lovers have passed,
still my feelings have never waned.

You're still the same sweet girl
I fell in love with.

The one that I will love until the end.

Four young men on a rooftop in 1969,
Putting on a show for the very last time.

Not the last for any,
but this was the fab fours end.

Four old men under thirty,
about to start again.

People pointing fingers,
people laying blame.

Surely it can't be over
they'll Get Back again.

They'll travel back down that
Long and Winding Road.

Back to Penny Lane,
where it started so long ago.

Imagine the world without the Beatles,
I wonder if you can.

I remember four young men on a rooftop,
being great again.

Wanting to prove it to the world,
Before they let it end.

Before they let it go,
Before they Let it Be.

And that's the memory of
the Beatles,
I'll always choose to see.

I used to be a fool,
thinking I could live on love.

But it seems you need some Dinero, 
If you wanna rise above. 

Silk suits and Bentleys 
don't grow on trees. 

And the ladies always prefer
The guys with the money.

Now I ain't sayin she's a Golddigger,
But Kayne said it best, 
She ain't messin with no broke N---a's.

He said it not me, 
So cut me some slack,
let's finish the story.

I used to believe
I could live on love.

I used to believe, 
Love is all you need.

Lennon said, That Baby!

I used to believe I could live on love.

But then I met you!

I used to believe, 
I could live on love.

But now!

Now I know!

"Baby it's True!!!"

I am the lone wolf
crying in the night,
I fear nothing except losing my sight.

I fear not foe, nor hunger, nor cold,
I don't even fear death
or growing old.

I only fear not having you my love,
not having you in my eyes to behold.

I scramble the high rocks
trying to reach you
in vain.

Forever removed from
my touch you remain.

So I sit bathing in your light
and I cry.

Until I howl my last,
until I join you in sky.

I knew I loved you the day I saw you
although I never said it.

Through all the years that passed my dear
I never did forget it.

So quick I was when again we met
that you couldn't quite believe it.

Your broken jaded heart,
wasn't able to conceive it.

Too many use words
to get what they desire,
To many use words
just to fan the fire.

Make him walk a mile
or maybe two or three,
will he cross the desert for your love?

Will he cross the sea?

When you've answered yes
and you know his love is true,
give him back all your love
like only a woman can do.

Love him hard and love him long
for his is a love that's true.

I sit and watch the world spin round 
glad I'm no longer in the fray.

Time has quietly passed me by 
as day bleeds into day.
The night it moves much slower.
My mind always fast awake, 
sleep is often hard to find
before the day's break.

Vampiric nights and exhausted days
swirl and turn inside a yellow haze.

This is my life now!

I sit and watch the world spin round
wishing I was still in the fray.

Longing to feel the sun on my face
and frolic away my days.

This is my life now.

Is this my life now!?

It's been a long winter,
It's always worse in the winter.

Don't look for love
it's the worst thing you can do.

It stresses you out, 
and makes you feel blue.

Makes you question everything
you thought you knew.

Question your looks, your attitude,
charm, compassion, intelligence.

You'll always be searching for answers,
Forever on the defense.

Looking for love,
is just too hard to do.

So just stop looking,
forget about love!

And when you do,
when you discover you're comfortable
just being you.

That's the time that love
will take your breath away.

It will come and hit you,
right out of the blue.

So stop looking for love!

When you're ready, 
When the time is right.

Love will suddenly,
and undeniably find you.