My Inadequate Hand 17/4/07

What do you see
The man i want to be
You know i have flaws
For which there are no cures

I need to make love i'm coming undone
In this life of mine without fun
This is killing me
I'm caged desperate to be free

Its a test to hold on
Its a test to not focus on where i went wrong
Trying to create moments evolved from here
Moving forward whether through insight or fear

Is it changing or is it the same
Do these feelings have a name
How do i discover who to be
To recognise those compliments you paid to me

I'm searching for a quiet place
For substance and balance on one face
The environment in which i shine
Where i know to be me is just fine

shayne07 said:

DID U WRITE THAT BABY? Its very beautiful. I write poetry too.

grandebelle said:

I can HIGHLY identify with that. We've come undone.

thanks 4 ya compliment...U should post what u write, people have been generous on here to me..