Maybe I am doomed
Never to be close to you
To always live my life
Just the far enough left of centre
Or off from right field
To ensure that our two worlds
Will never really collide
And as much as I long
For the soothing touch of your embrace
I am beginning to fear
That something will appear
Every single time
To keep us so far away
And I do not fully know why it is
I tarry so long
Nurturing these thoughts of doom
In my own lonesome kingdom
But maybe I know the twisted by ways of my soul
Far too well
To deny the basic reality
That at times I feel myself to be
Such a lone star
Lost in its orbit
That I will never fully ever know
What it is
To fall to earth
And feel the comfort
Of the ground
Beautifully penned, Deb! Xx
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Thank you darling. ❤
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