It seems that in all of my relationships I get my
fill of climbing the constant hill of compromise. Far greater that looking in her eyes or clinging to
emotional ties is escaping the lies of everyday business. When she says I’m perfect, I
wonder “is this?”
perfection is only grazed when felt, not heard. I forget to listen to my
heart, not her word. I believe in
order to experience her belief, but I feel nothing underneath. A smile is only teeth, a kiss only
lips, but how do I explain how her heart flips? I believe in love simply for the hope. Without it I couldn’t cope with
having no one by my side, no bride.
God knows I’ve tried.
Is loneliness my destiny?
Have these shallow girls discovered the best in my? If so, I’ve already died.
