Still going
Before the end I will find a way.
Of this I am sure, no need to pray.
Never been a believer, except when I was told.
The story is getting very…old.
If wishes are real, then why am I here?
I cannot believe love is still not near,
When all I do is desire the fire.
My life in the ice is oh so dire.
But still on I go, through all the snow sorrow,
Not knowing where it is I will end up.
All I know is I am destined to be loves woe.
Still going forward; still distracted by lust.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: October 26th, 2020 13:05
- Category: Love
- Views: 12
Comments1
That's the human condition... for a thinker.
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