The Path
I sit here thinking,
The best for myself, I am still wishing,
And in the bare land I am digging,
With the hope of finding,
The one place and person that to me is loving.
Sometimes i do dare,
Then later remember that I care,
To have the best if not perfect pair,
Who has no traits of a hare,
Rather natural hair.
I always say I want nothing in haste,
But still none is ever close to best,
All sound like just another test,
With each baring a diversity of paste,
Leaving my one thing broken, pumping in my chest.
Now and then I bake,
Of different flavors are the cake,
They always come and take,
But funny enough they leave me all awake,
Crying till morning break.
Shouldn't I just stop,
Selling all the cakes from the shop,
Because, truly I have lost hope,
It has always been a "NOP"
And now there is only zero chances for me in this to elope.
Copyright © Kelly Iravo | Year Posted 2017
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