Shapes, Sizes are all different, But, I still sense the same spirit within, Each body blocking my vision, From noticing the possibility to live life without her. Models in their own right representing who I truly desire without a doubt, Searching through the curves of another hoping it’s her I encounter. Yet, It never works, Does it? All I’m left with are mannequins possessing a touch impossible to deal, While I sit by my bedside wondering how I shouldbfeel. Nonetheless, The problem is I, Isn’t it? Looking in the wrong places, For the wrong face, And, There I go! Spinning in a circle adjacent to tornadoes of torment sweeping me off of my feet, Continously… Regardless, When will it all end? Either I’m caught dead, Sprawled across a bed I fall to make. Or, Find the right sheet fitted for a queen-sized mattress, Sleeping next to the love of my life who’ll keep me from going insane…
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