Heart Of Pain

Love
Is like the wind

It passes by
And leaves nothing behind

Just passes through
My heart, My soul

And never let me
Enjoy the feeling,
The sensation,
Of being cared for by someone
Who really loves me.

Why is my life
So desperate always?

Why is love
Treating me so unkindly?

I look forever
I search forever
Look everywhere
Search everywhere
And all I end up with is
A love that
Never lasts long.

My heart is a
Heart of pain.

It has never
Been able to love someone longer
Than it wants to.

I always love
But does that person love me?

The answers
To my questions
Are always
Painful,
And different to
Take into term.

Am I suppose
To search the rest of
My lonely life?

Where will I go?
Where will I search?
I am tired
Of searching
And wondering
Day by day.

Why must my heart
Be all pain
And none of love?