Why such disatisfaction,
Brought about by lovers incompletion,
The feel of putting your all,
Just to receive none.
Fatigue, of emotions passsed,
Exhaustion of mental capability,
Since it happens,
Must I settle for what my heart wants?
For my heart wants love,
But receives half,
For my heart wants Him,
But doesnt receive Him.
Why such disatisfaction,
When time passes, passes as fast,
Yet slowly fades as though days don't pass.
Caught between a rock and a rock,
Both seeming imobile, tired of talking,
Conversing never seems to do it.
Actions speak louder than words,
But His actions seem quiet,
As I hear the pin drop on our Love,
Heavier than what It can handle.
Why such disatisfaction,
Much alike the dry plains,
No water to be found,
Because such disatisfaction comes from a pile of mishaps.
