Was I Born to Love?

Was I born to love

Or is it just an illusion

I want to be touched

And when that comes

I drown in a sea of confusion.

Who am I, what do I want?

Only questions seem to appear.

Where is the love I thought was mine?

They are only memories in the dawn

I want…I don’t get

They want…I can’t give.

Will the right paths ever cross

To cover my soul

 like early morning moss

I sit and wait, afraid

NO action

Getting no satisfaction

I want what I want

And look for distractions

For self destruction

Was I born to love

Or is it only an illusion

I sit and wait

And find disillusion

 

An African Room

An African Room

We met in June

in an African room

Our bodies met in an

infinite embrace.

I was alive, a bit on fire

You called me earth,

I felt unnerved.

I though, how great,

What a wonderful date

I found a soulmate

Who knew not his fate.

But we both feared

The unknown of being hurt

You disappeared,

Boy what a jerk.

But I succumbed,

Had some more fun

This isn’t for me

I want one on one.