bigDawg76's blog: "what love is really about"

True genius is insanity without restriction, but with the ability to focus on a given stream of thought and create as we were inteded...

sun, bright and shinning, yet never where you stand, no clouds in the sky, yet raindrops seem to fall at your feet, pooling upon the earth, warmth, infusing the world, but it can not touch you, a stillness, there is no breeze, yet a storm rages within you, the world is whole, everything in its place, yet you are shattered, the ocean, never ceasing, yet your tears seem to keep it full, smiles upon faces, everywhere you look, except in the mirror, beautiful sunny day, surrounding you, yet not a part of you...

This nightmare, Giving all I am, Getting so little in return, you becomming my world, And I just another day in yours, Would walk to the end of the earth, Just to bring a smile, To your sad eyes, Yet you still do not see me, Look right through me, The love I hope to see reflected, In your eyes, Is only my own, Not taken and and returned, Not felt by your heart, Just taken, Leaving me empty, Alone in the dark recesses of my mind, Alone and forever in need, This is love...