I crave insecurities

Thee clenched the thirst of wist I've been longing;

love's drought evident in every bit of literature's design.

No, melody to explain

how unsure i have slowly been becoming;

But it is infinity serenity I long

To discover in it the soft touch of loving.

Soft silk was what made her skin

Dark eyes like coal brightly burning

As if hell lived there, deep within 

Hidden ever so slightly among the heaven

She tries with such desperation

To try and convince everyone

Something tells me even her own reflection

That she is worth the price she's charging,

Not exactly certain

But by now close to ransom of a king.

To be fair though every so often

I would of sworn to any God of any religion

That she reminded me of a time when

Jealously made mad Men

Insane enough to shoot one another down.

Like every other fool I had sang one song

That was in an ode of dedication

To her until the fallacy of trying

Started to grow far to tiring to be chasing

Always running

Just to find myself in the same position

So why bother with making an impression 

To a woman that paid no attention

Nor care about love promised by anyone

Not even if made with unending devotion. 

She believes herself to be a queen

And the world is a hive where everyone

Just does her bidding 

Without ever even have to ask the question.

I guess when your love is strong

Sort of like heroin cooking in a spoon 

Once you taste it, there is no reason

To care about anything

Since the sensation has been stolen 

From everything that once held adoration

Except the unexpected dedication

Romances will never again mean a thing.

Love will be like a sit com rerun

Sort of like needles that keep clogging

Driving you close to near insane.

My best company kept is when I'm alone

How doth ever seen conviction

In thy self's lonely companion?

Stories litter my mouth, tongue jumbled down

If love was a song I could never sing along