Poetry By Chuck



I can't sit next to you
and not kiss you.
I can't breath the same air
and not touch you.
I can't act happy
and not taste you.

What can I do?

I've fulfilled all my promises,
I've lost all my dreams.
Everything in this world
is not always as it seems.

I tried all I could
and cried all I can.
I've begun to get mad.
I'm not that sort of man.

So, I will move on,
with a loving song
and find my destiny
in another.

Author Notes:

Written Dec 30 2005