Searching For Love
All the nights blend into days.
My total world is one big haze.
Drifting from one bar to another.
Always searching for the other.
Significant other that’s mine alone.
Someone I can take with me home.
Each time it’s always the same.
I can’t find another to play the game.
My temper is like a loaded pistol.
My love is fragile as a crystal.
I am asked “Do your friends miss you?”
That is just that much more scar tissue.
I’m just looking for someone to love.
The answer is not in the stars above.
I don’t know if I’m up or down.
Each day is the same as I look around.
Sometimes I feel I am getting close.
Then it passes just like a ghost.
I want to change but, I am driven on.
Some people think I am running a con.
I just want someone who thinks like me.
To share my moments of ecstasy.
My temper is like a loaded pistol.
My love is fragile as a crystal.
I am asked ”Do your friends miss you?”
That is just that much more scar tissue.
I’m just looking for someone to love.
The answer is not in the stars above.
My heart is strained from dusk till dawn.
What I need is a magic wand.
I could wave it toward that special one.
She would come to me on the run.
Nights and days all blur together.
I have pushed myself to the letter.
If she is out there, she’s playing coy.
I think it’s the end of the road for this boy.
—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)