I have nothing to say, nothing worthy to convey,
Sometimes it feels like I'm the villain of my own play.
When I met you, life seemed worth living each day,
Our connection is intoxicating, I must say.

I ponder drawing closer to you, without delay,
Fearful of the hurdles that may block our way.
The path ahead is long, the destination far away,
Relationships thrive through efforts, come what may.

You seldom speak, days pass in disarray,
What will happen when we're closer, I can't say.
This world feels fake, a charade, I dare say,
Love finds no home here, no matter how we may.

I strive to turn dreams into reality, come what may,
But often, this world leaves me empty-handed, dismayed.
Going forward with empty hands, I must portray,
Such is the truth of this world, come what may.
© rajat666