Elusive Warmth
Chasing the bliss sought by so many,
Running towards it with my legs going weary,
Carelessly I stumble upon a lot of disaster,
Because I thought I would acquire it even faster.
My tunnel vision allowed me to maim my own eyes,
To miss the bliss in a kind woman's guise,
For she was my beautiful kind loving friend,
Whose friendship I lost and forced to end.
I have been chasing the wrong kind of bliss,
For it was with my friend who I'll always miss,
Eternity my heart will never cease to chase,
Trapped in solitude in this empty barren space.
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