Don’t worry about my life
Man is mortal
If you want to check my nerves
It’s no use of
If you want to hear my voice
It’s no use of
But if you want to make me alive
Call me for help for needy
Throbbing heart will be struggling
To do something what is possible

Ive always listened to what you've said.
not just the detail.
But everything you've bled.
I've taken it on white shoulders.
Now ****** and soaked.

You told me loving lovely lies.
You left your true heart behind.
Cunning scalpel in disguise.
Ripped deep and tortured.
I've wished instead you had slaughtered.

I've pushed you out of my conscious.
Now your in my dreams where I have no control.
Nightmares like memories.
All that time that you stole.
Your as ruthless as you were then.
You give no warmth.
A beautiful mesmerizing walking corpse.

In dreams where my desires materialize.
Rules flipped like your morality.
I've woken up face red.
You still give me nothing.
Except things unsaid.

Suddenly, you appear.
Life throws you at me and laughs in my face. 'An Impossible Yearning' life taunts.
I want to be close to you, but you distance yourself. I want you, but you want her.
You are impossible. You are my impossible. Is she yours?
Does every soul have a mate, and an impossible? Or only one of the two?
What am I?
A possible, just waiting for my match? Waiting for my impossible, who never arrives.
Others who, just like me, are unwanted and unloved, wait for their impossible. Wait. Forever they wait, and life laughs at them.
You are so amazingly, unbearably unreachable. My impossible.
I am lost, in your eyes, I am lost, in this life.
I am lost in a sea of possibles.
But, no - wait. My impossible will come.

If not, how can I be possible?

Is it possible to
Have a pre-life crises?
For I am nowhere near
Mid-life,
Yet I find myself deeply,
In peril.

I love you
baby
like the East does the West,
like the morning does the evening,
like the Sun does the moon
and the curse does the boon.
Why can't they meet? Oh,
why
can't they do?

Is it even possible,
To fall in love with,
A person you've never seen,
Or heard?

Is it even possible,
To fall in love with-
Out even seeing a glimpse,
Of her picture?

Is it even possible,
To fall for someone who you
Doesn't even know you, but you would
Love to hold her?

Is it even possible,
To fall for her by just going
Through her works,
And
Not even knowing if,
it was done by her?

As impossible as this
May seem,
I'll risk it all,
Just to write by her.

We can't touch.
That's what they say.
It's impossible for us.
For everyone.

The air between makes it impossible.

We can touch.
That's what I say.
It's possible for us.
For everyone.

I felt your soft skin against mine.

We can't touch.
That's what you say.
It's possible for everyone.
Not for us.