IT SEEMS
This feeling inside
This emotional conflict
The torture of not finding lasting love
fueling the disparity of not giving up
I give it my all
I bleed, I sweat, I cry
to find I only cry with myself
For I've yet to find anyone to share the tears
The bright morning sun
seems to shine through cloudy skies
The ship that sails for shore
never seems to find land
The hand that I hold
always seems to let go of mine
closer, and closer, yet further away
Patience becomes the only true ally
a refugee hidden behind the frustration
of winning a losing game
As the rose is beautiful
it also has thorns
As the sun is warm
it can also burn
The pros and cons, the good and bad
heads I win, tails I lose
Yet I still believe
That her lips will touch mine
She'll breath love into me
Like giving words to the mime
Michael Robert Kasper ©