Longing for something,
I know not of what.
Perhaps it is loving,
my mind's focused at?
Or is it some adventure,
to travel far and wide?
But one cannot be sure,
to from oneself hide.
Perhaps it's a house,
a villa or manor?
That my mind arouse,
with longing and fervor.
But neither does feel,
completely correct.
I want something real,
like a lover's respect.
A feeling of loss,
dwell on my mind.
But being my own boss,
the reason I can't find.
This riddle inside,
of my head goes round.
It's managed to hide,
and by logic cannot be found.
Burrowed deep down,
it just makes me wonder.
What makes me frown,
as I start to ponder?
Examining the life,
that this far I've led.
Is it the lack of strife,
that make me feel partially dead?
Just what is this longing,
I carry around?
Where is it going,
as it leads me to ground?
My intimate riddle,
is not answered yet.
I'm stuck in the middle,
and cannot forget.
That something is missing,
from my life as it is.
Might I simply be longing,
for a lover's kiss?
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