So I wrote a little something

its personal, and what ever was comping to mind while i was riding, so its absurd and no rhyme, but whats was going through my mind

Oh, it's so tragic,

The woe is me—

Oh, woe is me,

I am so tragic.

I am single,

I am alone,

Nobody to love

Freely and fully.

Oh, what a tragedy—

I am so lonely.

Love is what?

I must ask myself:

Something I need,

Or something I want to give?

This loneliness—

It’s just a constant, dull ache.

What is it about another human being

I want so much,

Need so much?

Why these needs?

To hold hands,

To hug and embrace,

To feel their breath,

And feel joyful

For someone’s existence?