nothing but words

working to discover true realities seems all but impossible
the dream of living ones own life is a heartless factor
drifting away in a sea of love with no one to love
the hopeless romantic forever rendered the failure of the heart
dream are gone passed by women know but dont know of thy
to figure this out we must regress go back to childhood and start from scratch
the first crush the first kiss never has anything been so sweet or awkward
attemping to learn something that comes naturally yet still managing to mess it up
life is worth living and even if the love of another is never found
always have it in your heart and keep it beating for others who travel with out
your knowladge this jumble mess of words and thought
wont make sense to most someday it will all be forgot