“BUCK”
How easily one can get caught up in the emotional mire
Thinking one is sending signals of interest to find it’s null
I think I’ve been going down this road again with full attire
Not realizing the clues left all along have been quite dull
Whence did anything really come from a non-loving heart?
Was it all a game and a ‘come on’ to play with a giving soul?
I’ve been had and grappling for invisible charm to impart
Upon my weakness and loneliness set inside a wanton role
How easy one can grasp for something that was never there
Such hope and wishfulness blinds the reality of nothing
What foolishness is viewed from a very loving gesture
In sinking into the depths of amorous desire of something