Living my life, wondering why.

On the run, forever on the fly.

I always long for so much more,

Love becomes this arcane chore.

So many times I wish it would end

This constant searching I begin.

The love I once had was never really mine,

Perhaps one day true love I will find.

02/08/2009

Posted on 02/08/2009
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