No love

no love, why do we love, is it because we want to know what it is, or what it feels,or maybe it can change our dreams while we sleep, no love, totally misunderstood, like standing in the middle of the street with a quarter short of the bus fee with rain pouring flooding your feet, or walking on clouds, cumulo nimbo, sometimes you get lost no vision stuck in a limbo, but sometimes you feel free, standing tall, making love, loving life like it was free, smiling from ear to ear and smiling with no dimples of fear, but then you look down and you see hell, see doubt, distraught, lost, damned, and you ask yourself why this happened, but you look at the face that you once cherished, and you try to speak with words that have been garnished, but the words don't come out, instead you just let her read the emotions hanging on your head, wondering if you'll ever feel the softness of her bed, love is better when it sleeps with monogamy, like is better when you stare into her eyes, kiss her lips, run your hands down her hips, gently kissing every part never missing a spot, but then you retrace your steps, and you remember the survival skills that have kept you alive, individuality, thats one of the attributes that you can never distribute, but sometimes we lose our way and rely our happiness in her presence, but i just pick up my pen and tell reality that i'll be absent for the next 20 minutes, prepare for my ascent...