I feel like I have no legs and I'm watching everyone run and win the race.
I feel as though I'm indulging in eating and drinking and I've still yet to taste.
I feel I have yearned, learned, and earned although my heart still beats alone.
Love comes easy for those who hardly try. Its not my turn, the timing isn't right...
...but when, where, why in the fuck do I even care. I don't need anyone to complete me.
Life's just such a beautiful struggle not to have a love to conquer it with.
Maybe I'm no longer deserving.
Maybe I got all of the love when I had my kids.
Who the hell knows
I feel as though I'm indulging in eating and drinking and I've still yet to taste.
I feel I have yearned, learned, and earned although my heart still beats alone.
Love comes easy for those who hardly try. Its not my turn, the timing isn't right...
...but when, where, why in the fuck do I even care. I don't need anyone to complete me.
Life's just such a beautiful struggle not to have a love to conquer it with.
Maybe I'm no longer deserving.
Maybe I got all of the love when I had my kids.
Who the hell knows