Walking the halls of
my empty mind,
looking for fulfillment.
Asking the question,
with no answers heard.
Walking the halls of
my lonely life,
dreaming of she mate.
Hand outreached
fill ready, waiting.
Walking the halls of
my hurting heart,
needing the love needed.
Wondering in mind,
will the soothe be administered?
Love me, love me not,
just tell me do,
to my heart, be true.
There was a time,
there was no doubt,
but now the
questions
abound.
