Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Empathy to the Present-Day Romantic

You can't win 'em all,
And certainly not the ones you want,
They're just there,
To tease and to taunt,
To keep you on your toes,
Heart entrapped in the throes,
With each second,
Affection grows,
Or dies,
Tell yourself a hundred lies,
Some nice, some cold,
Buy into all you're told,
Wish love weren't bought and sold,
Feels like you're getting old,
And all this has ever been,
It'll be it all over again,
Seems like there's no end,
No tunnel to see light,
Stumbling alone in the night,
Reaching out for any hand,
Willing to help you to stand,
Grasp to any man,
When you find him,
If you can,
Might be your only chance,
Even if only a half-way romance,
Inevitable to end in heartbreak,
Forever a dull ache,
So it seems,
When he climbs into your dreams,
And you want him to stay but want him to leave,
Cause you don't think he's real,
But you want to believe,
But all you can feel,
Is the sting of losing,
Swallowed by a thing so confusing,
Walking around like you're only a half,
Of a better whole,
Constant searching for the mate to your soul.