I'm tired.
Tired of wandering down this dusty trail.
Tired of going in circles,
Going somewhere but nowhere.
Tired of trying.
Tired of looking for nothing.
Tired of trying to find something that was never there in the first place.
Tired of wanting.
Tired of thinking about you.
As the colors change the sky,
I realize what this means for you and I.
The light blue skies and golden rays of Summer
Change to cloudy gray with lots of rain.
The passion rises and falls with the temperature.
Love is like the heat.
Sometimes it seems as if it will never end, other times, it simply vanishes.
Gone, as if it never existed in the first place.
Love is like a fire.
Sometimes it burns for eternity,
Sometimes it goes out quickly.
Love is like a ghost.
Seen by some, not by all.
Some search their whole lives and never find it.
At times, it enters our minds
Looking for a place to stay.
Love can be true, it can be