Loving Is A Wish

Sometimes, I don't know what it is I am feeling. And there has been other times, My mind is occupied... With thoughts I refuse to believe. Sometimes I awaken on those days, Feeling great and anticipating love to appreciate. But I will admit... Going to bed sometimes at night, Having no appetite for love at all. Some people who once knew what love was, Are often the ones running away from it. And others remembering a stinging to be done, Will not think of it to reminisce any of it to stomach. Yet loving is a wish with it to romanticize by many, Until the alarm clock rings. The passionate dream of loving another ends. That cotton candy becomes feathers from a tattered pillow. And the sounds of a carousel suddenly stops, With the yelling of someone knocking at the door... To demand a blocking car be removed, When no one inside drives. Sometimes, I don't know what it is I am feeling. And there has been other times, My mind is occupied... With thoughts I refuse to believe. Sometimes I awaken on those days, Feeling great and anticipating love to appreciate. But I will admit... Going to bed sometimes at night, Having no appetite for love at all. And then... 'Something' comes to me to say, 'Even an unexpected knock on the door... Maybe someone to love.' ~Is that your car outside, In an unauthorized parking spot? ~ No. I don't drive. ~Me either. But do you know whose car it is? ~ At 6 in the morning? Do you know I was just on a carousel? ~Excuse me... NEIGHBOR.~ Sometimes, I don't know what it is I am feeling. And there has been other times, My mind is occupied... With thoughts I refuse to believe, I could say but wished with love I did. ~Go do 'what' to myself? ~