A call from a soulless woman
Knowing she has endured enough
Still affectionately thinks of love
Waiting for an unknown period
Staring aimlessly at her virtual connection
Lost and not found with a hopeless heart
The busy man giving no attention
Mother of his children by choice
Everlasting love doubting its own existence
True love of the past
Sleep in the arms of a proxy partner
Uncommitted touches
Searching for the purpose of life
Falling in love with the future
Maybe felt here is love forever
Does it matter ? Is there always a choice?
To bask in the mutual feeling
To have a human awakening
Or is this out of basic nature?
Oh Life, all seems like a big lie
To be creative and divine
Surpasses to be good or nice?
Mystical poetic ramblings about life
Anyways, it's all about the mind
Don’t you see? The heart cries.