allyson smith

Is there nothing here for me?
I’ve searched as far as I can see.
My eyes are bad, but even so,
if love is real, I just don’t know.
Is desire like a flame?
You feel the heat but can’t contain
the way in which the air will blow,
it starts to flicker, dies out slow.
Is someone’s word the best they have?
He says the words but doesn’t stand
behind them like he promised me,
so what I hear is just empty.
Is life all that I can tell?
Something I will always smell
but never taste the flavor of
until I find that one true love.
Will these questions follow me?
These thoughts are all I live and breathe;
that happiness is comforting,
but the answers are quite crippling.