Thoughts

So alone in the night, my body crying out.
The lonliness consuming, bringing forth my doubt.
This fiscad I place upon myself has gotten oh so old.
Why do I insist upon living a lie so cold?
My love is but a memory. My desire but a dream.
Yet somewhere deep within there remains a tiny gleam.
Awaiting someone yet so bold as to unlock its binds.
Hoping that someday I will find someone of like minds.