My love life is non existent
There’s no romance
There’s not even a man
Shit not even a woman
Time stands still
Like those first few seconds of waking up
Asking yourself is this real?
Yup your alone, in that queen size bed
You’ve been ready to upgrade to a king
but with out one?
Eh, too much room to toss n turn
Just another example of the emptiness that you yearn to fill
You don’t like the public.
You avoid crowds
But you crave that empathetic connection
With just one being
Just one who will understand
How your as complex as statistics
Variables changing at any given time
Your soul is beautiful
So why can’t anyone see
Why am I alone
When I have all this love, affection, and knowledge to share with another.
I desire face to face , skin to skin , chest to chest contact
But I guess the desires of the heart sometimes go unfulfilled.
I guess god doesn’t think I’m ready
Should I prepare more?
Or maybe he’s gearing up my soulmate for what’s in store
Until then Love just doesn’t exist here.