Searching

You search,
Search for the thing called 'love'.
You thought you found it,
That is until one day he let go.

Now you're left searching again,
Something you've had and lost.
You take it all in,
All the hurt and lies.

You cry yourself to sleep,
You ask yourself questions.
Tell yourself lies.

All the chances came,
All left behind.

Whatever may happen next,
You just might not regret.

You'll never see it coming,
Until the day you quit searching,
You may never have it,
The one thing you once lost.