All Along

I write like an author till I get arthrithis Everything I touch turns to shyt, the opposite of Midas Why do I jump heart first into this pool of love Only to be burned as the fool of love Empty bottles of Bud Light to close tears Roling something sticky, these buds light no beer Tango-ed into this web of romance, but it's a slow dance I'm left alone like a wallflower with no chance of getting close to her heart, her mind and soul So this L I spark, erases the lines and I just go To another place, another time in reality Where I'm shut off from this wicked mentality Cut off from who I thought seen the best in me But All Along they only saw a check in me What happen to the passion, love and trust Now seeing me and you is no longer a must You were that FIRE i DESIRED now were ashes and dust Wondering was it real love or just passionate lust?