He's always searching for her...
For he...the world has been a nightmare times three
And she...could never be his oasis in the sea
But still...such a tempting pill
To give oneself the rush and thrill
The push and pull
But none of this will keep him full
He spends his days in deep dismay
For love he'll never keep and stay
And when he's lost...traveled plains and rivers crossed
Fealty felt through sweat and blood
All that's left... a taste of mud
For in his life, what left remains...
Remembrance of past loves and pains
But to this day he searches on
For love departed, forever gone
Poet's Notes: Sorry guys this was initially supposed to be a positive one haha but I want the poem to illicit emotion whether happy or sad so I reached my objective.