Posted on: May 9, 2012 Posted by: Felicia S. C. Gooden Comments: 0

The Cosmic showed you to me; I saw.
It said you would come to me; I called.
For every attempt I made, a wall.
And now I don’t want to try, at all.
 
I sat and devised a plan, secluded.
I put my love in the open, protruded.
I thought I was getting so close; eluded.
And now I see that I am deluded.
 
Alas, I thought this was the way; give in.
Releasing the emotions that dwelt within.
With you, I thought a new life could begin.
But my efforts seemed to be short of a win.
 
Time after time, I tried to give up.
The Cosmic would not allow giving up.
So I tried again, not giving up,
Just to be shown that I need to give up.
 
Apparently, I’m crazy, and I guess that is fine.
You continue to roam free; the pleasure isn’t mine.
Endlessly separated by distance and time,
Will you ever know me, or see the signs?
 
The Cosmic showed you to me; I saw.
It said you would come to me; I called.
For every attempt I made, a wall.
And now I’m not going to try, at all.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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