SatisfactionA Poem by Adam
I have given up on satisfaction; it doesn't exist.
I don't have to get what I want to have what I need.
What will it take for you to see the moments missed.
You waste life, passing opportunity without heed.
There is just so much love left without expression,
and I cannot understand where it is life and love part.
So I replay memeories in my mind with rapid succession.
Only to see what has been eating away at my heart.
I am not a complicated man, just a desperate lover.
So I will retreat to where my heart may find cover.
© 2008 Adam
Added on December 10, 2008
AboutI am not a writer, and I am failing at attempting. However I am currently being published, and I am working on being able to write poetry and a perty cool girl I know inspired me to channel it through.. more..