What it Comes Down to.
How can I be so dissatisfied with people?
I have not the right to demand more
Than they feel is necessary to exude.
More often than not I find myself praying for that kindred spirit
to cross my path. Then I know I will be satisfied: fulfilled.
But a dear friend of mine told me that I can find that spirit, only in pieces
littered through the souls I do know. I think that breaks my heart, knowing.
I cannot have all of what I want, but have to accept it in pieces.












