Bad Love

BAD LOVE I've loved you all this time; an empty bag; as scorched as summer heat and cold as snow. Life clings to me and gets to be a drag and nothing's worth the time it takes to know. Continueing to drift all through my mind, the thought of you it comes--but never goes, and out of sight is never hard to find, when there is love, if love it never grows. I want the touch of you more than life's spark, but time between us is too much to bear, love incomplete, has left its bitter mark here in my cold, and left me dying there. I want to know that love is more than dreams but somehow it's as bad as how it seems. © Ron Wilson (aka Vee Bdosa)