sometimes i wonder whether feelings are dictated by fate if so, why can such loneliness be permitted to endure?
for six long months i've wondered how i can become worthy of my need and yet, were i to see success it would be hollow, too conditional
such a simple joyous sentiment can't be so painful to yearn for be so hard to give, to deserve that kindness can live in death
it is so hard to see the light through all the tears that i'd much rather drown in, slowly washing over all reality
I wrote this because I miss the person of my love, just a little too long, a little too much. I often wonder how one person can affect me so much, even in absence.