A fools wish or a broken dream
Wanted to experience love deep
Nothing perfect or neatly defined
Rather one that grew like a garden flower
Wasted life told of lies and deceit
Held on to a hope it would flourish
Truth be told liars love themselves
Pumping up their ego needs
Question myself am I lovable?
Bits and pieces are all that remains
Journey on this path both tiresome and weary
Vibes I give probably a negative tone
Perhaps one day a healing process comes
Although time passing sharply
Youth is not on my side anymore
Who could find interest in a withered soul?
Exhaustive sighs surface
All I wanted
A gaze of love with no underlying lies