Free Cee That Which She Wishes Were True

THAT WHICH SHE WISHES WERE TRUE here is what she will never seem to understand no matter how good good gets is it good if you can't hold your lover's hand? if it's the best music or just plucking a rose from a vine what good is it if you can't share it with someone you yearn to call "mine?" if there's good in the simplest of things how can you enjoy it all alone? it's as difficult as going to the sea and trying float a stone there's the loveliest thing Mother Nature ever made real but it turns ugly if there's a hole in your heart medicine and/or time cannot heal so i go to places where my lover refuses to go which leaves my soul empty and my spirit low all i think of is how much i wish she were there but with all the loveliness i see there's sorrow i cannot bear joy isn't joyful and turns dark when i can't share it with someone i love because i'm missing the hand i want to hold and all the wonder thereof so that's what i'm condemned to until she tells me to leave forevermore and there is no way for me to ever be able to even the score so i can tell her about all the places i've been but i've been there all alone and that's a remorseful sin when she's not next to me i can't even summon a simple grin and all i can say to her is "honey, you win!" (c) 2012...PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~