More I seek the less I find
what is this thing called love...

Just got home
to find that I am...

Don’t be sad smile and laugh your worries...
I live in this world all alone roaming from hence...

SO pent up wanna
cry but don't cause...

I look in to your
eyes and hold...

Love is like a rose it blooms into something...
Looking for something more looking for a love that...

Try as I might
I cant get this...

I try to find peace of mind in these words but it...
With out messing up like I always do about this...

Here I am trying
to sort these thoughts...

This missed chance glance at
what could of been...

Hearing those words that came from your mouth is...

Feel this anxiety growing never
knowing whats going to happen...