Why is there still air in my lungs without love, Oh god I love nothing and weep as I type because I have found no sight in this world nor blood in my veins worthy of intense passion. I have been un-commited to even breathe, and what for, I have been give beauty, but no heart. As if there were parts missing from my core which others were born with. I find no love greater than those which I see, but I have not my own. Am I to love these writings of bitterness of heart, my tears stop because of un commited sense of feeling. This life was not made for those who wish to love so passionately. I pray for kisses which don't end, and life without cursed time which leaves us missing opportunity or gaining advantage when love is all. I would scream but I am not commited to the emotion because my heart is broken far before the words. Love where are you, and find me before death does, I fear living this life without love and passion for what my heart becomes moved by. This evil curse of my vision, knowledge of this lack of clear vision is worth than death, I am stuck in a trap of a world which cannot comprehend my heart, nor I its trivialities. My heart has been broken by the circles, when all I want is straight. My soul is weakened by the failures of this life, lived in a world which I find only hope and vision of tomorrow which keeps one alive but not living. I am dead, and have been for so long, so detached the words of this poem are ghosts, as I am a ghost looking for a reason to close the door.
