I maybe a lost soul
I desire a soul mate, yet my self defeating habits deny my that. I love, that is easy, yet sometimes my mind gets full of bees and I don’t know how to communicate effectively. The friends I have, know my intentions, they know I’m neurotic, and I’m happy I have closure that they accept me. I confess I love to the soul, yet if I can’t build proper relationships, Am I still loving soul deep? I know I can change my language to live more correct, yet I cannot be Pollyanna and use words without merit. The thoughts I do have that form and act to tell this story do show me where I need to realign my mind to desire and receive the best life for me. I maybe a lost soul, but I love God, yet this world is too dramatic.