I search.
The one whom is true.
I do not know where she dwells.
There are no rules.
To find.
To hope.
To be with someone.
The thought.
Almost A ruse.
Praying.
Hopeing.
Is she out there?
Time will tell.
I awake to the same day.
The same face.
Always alone.....
Fear.
Loss.
Despare.
All emotions.
They are mine.
I am alone.

Everything changes.
Change is inevetable.
Mine more painful than others.
My sky will open.
What falls out?
Fear of what can not be stopped.
Fear of what can not be hoped.
My heart lying in waste upon A river of despare.
My soul seeking refuge.
From A rain of doubt, desperation, and feelings I can not rid.
My life, my liberty.
All but A memory.
A life that was, could be, shoould be.
My heart bursting for freedom.
A dim light, ever so without reach.
My sorrow deepens.
With the tick of the clock.
I become less of A man.
Discarded like A shell.
My treasure been taken.
When will the rain stop.
When does my heart, soul warm.
Sick, tired.
No way out.

My heart dries as though in A desert of despare.
Waiting for the sweet succulant love which rains down from your soul.
I long to hear your voice.
Like that of angel wings fluttering upon the dawn of A new day.
Your touch.
holding me like that of A newborn, held in A mothers arms.
To be with you, always wishing at end, to let one more grain of sand from the hourglass of time to spend with you.
I slumber at night awaiting the mere touch of your body.
Like that of rose petals at first bloom.
I can do nothing to quench my thirst for your love surounding me as if heaven were but A whisper away.
My heart ackes for even the mere sight of you.
I am but A puppet upon gods hand.
until the sweet words of love drift willingly from your lips.
I do hope.
I do live.
I do love.

Never had A disease I didn't earn. Just kidding. Honesty

I do. You don't even need to ask. Being A gentleman is A lost art.

I am, therefore I exist. My world exists. So does yours. Belief is in the eye of the beholder. You need only look to find what you seek.

Is A dry heave A good thing?

It's not that hard. Be picky though. There are idiots. I just wish I could meet someone with which to have an inteligent conversation with. Not to many people out there you can do that with.

We are out there. Right under your nose. Just ask.

Roses are red. Violets are blue. Though I'm away, I'm still thinking of you.

A rose by any other name is still just A rose. However, A roses beauty is only supassed by the one whom holds it.

Are there any good women left in this world or is it just wishful thinking.

A challenge? Yes. Insane? You bet!

It would be nice to talk to someone down to earth. Some of the people here scare me.

I'm takeing A chance. So tell me what does one do here? I'll try anything once. I love A challenge!