It disappears as though never there instigating Desires wrath.
Fearful I'll be sad, old & gray possibly never finding my passionate path.
Youth's filched away by not leaping at Love when I had the chance.
I'd talk about the past flings in my life but I'm much too shy to brag.

Hope is solace humbly engaged in teaching me great patience.
Everywhere I go lately it seems to rain.
Sometimes when I'm alone with my thoughts of you I get so anxious.
Most nights I'm leaving my pillows tear soaked & sadness stained.

I want to believe my dreams of bliss will someday come true.
If only time stood still long enough for someone I could meticulously woo.
Hearing echoes of spring weddings, seeing couples holding hands trading vows & I dos.
Loving one’s self is fine but not nearly fancy as 1 who unconditionally Loves you.

I see her incorrigible eyes in sunshine as well moonlit skies.
Her visage is merely a mirage although ‘round my heart I feel tightly binding ties.

NO, I shout to the lustful voices spewing obscenities in my head.
Resistance is sometimes illicit leading to garments indiscriminately being shed.

Her passion's bred from hungry wishes shed by lonesome thoughts seeking sustenance.
My dreams have no merit as I search for a jagged rock wall to slam my head against.

Full on genocidal reprisals epitomizing feelings of somehow feeling entitled.
Unbridled and like the Bible to a child sometimes terrifyingly wild.

Think of her when all else is a blur without even ever trying.
Without her touch I feel less alive & much more like I’m closer to dying.

hello old friend.
always nice to read your thoughts.

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