Chapter 148
Chagrin
Never on the same page
Are we for those we yearn
The end result is the same
We always crash and burn
Some may have looks
They can use for bait
They may get lucky
Even have a date
Some have nothing
There is no way to ever win
Soon they are shattered
Left with nothing but chagrin
Yet we reach out still
The thirst for love is strong
We may be perceived as tainted
Then whatever we do is wrong
What was or might be
Is not who we are now
Look past our flesh to within
Do not treat us like a sow
Sometimes true love
Can be before our very eyes
We can not recognize it until
Away slowly drifts the prize
Nobody