Look into my soul, look into my eyes
do you see all the tears i have cried.
No, you don't cause all you see
is what you want from me.
Is that all am, is that all I will ever be.
That person you only meet between the sheets.
I lay awake at night
hoping praying these feelings will take flight.
But the more I wait the longer it takes.
The butterflies that once were lust,
now turn to distrust.
Will i ever find love,
that person who fits my soul like a glove.
Or will i cling to every person who pass
in and out of this life.
Is it the need to be wanted by someone
that makes you feel special, to be another person's one!
So many questions, not enough answers.....
Life goes on!