I can’t believe
You can’t see
You’re killing me
Lately it seems
All I feel… Is empty
Not from hurtful words
But from always being ignored
From being pushed away
When all I want is… Touch
The kind of touch
That defines love
But it all seems to me
That time is always nagging
Whispering… There is so much to do
Always something… Never nothing
Just busy… Being busy
No time… For us or me
Just another… Not now reaction
No surprise… No squeeze… No passion
Time after time… Again and again
I tried to tell you
Then for a week or two
You give me the heat I need
But always… Always
The fog of busy
Steals the time for love away
You let it… Even though
You know… I know you know
What I will say I need again
You know… I know I would never
But in the coldness of you
It now seems like never
Is an impossible endeavor
So I find my eyes… Looking for eyes
That want to share touch
Lost in passion… Without the pain of… Time
Good Bad Ugly Love-
Love Stories From Heaven And Hell.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 