(I don't know how well this one came out, this is one of my personal poems so it's straight from the heart =])
What am I running from?, the thing I could never find,
The thing that would never come to me, not even
in my dreams, it's the thing that seems impossible to hold on to,
it's not real, no it's not real.
My heart is like shattered glass, the glass that,
others have stepped on and shattered many time before.
the glass that many have cut my wrists with many times
before. yet I find my self in bandages searching another's
hand to hold.
I begin to wonder if I am meant to find this thing, the thing
that has kept me up at nights, now I find that, in this world I am blind
I stumble and fall, I bump into things and tremble but I never bump into
"it", where is it?...love? someday I hope to see you, that one special
person, if I do I'll find myself saying, if love is so blind, why can I see
so clearly now?