Sappy love song. Nobody's special, but the feeling can be.

This is a song written for a woman, and for a feeling.

There's a feeling there's a sense
there's a weakness there's no rest
That feeling deep inside
a sensation you can't deny
it lasts forever

True love don't look at me
not even you can set me free
True love nobody believes
until they too must grieve
capricious life

Other lovers felt a powerful bond
that exists outside of God
outside everything this romance
chaos computed down to math
visceral and ethereal

Am I special? It's up to you
Inside's not special, only true
sometimes life is endlessly cruel
lonely lives and loves that never flew
just my tragedy

it dooms my soul against all reason
i can't help this pull I'm feeling
mock me I'm a fool I won't fight
because it's sentimentally trite
then it happens to you

True love, the number one
ruin your life or eat a gun

I see you there standing in my mind
has yours ever put me there in kind
shadows fading edge my memory
late at night just let me sleep
where are you

I locked a part of you deep down in my soul
I try to fight it ride it out i can't let go
because I never had you in the start
losing you wasn't the hardest part
what am i fighting for?

I'll always think of our last kiss,
too soon too late but it was bliss
it was so perfect if it never was
it can't be faked or discussed
can we try again

True love but missed chances
misstepped clumsy dances

so I'll write this drawing from my heart
even though I know we'll be apart
desperate sometimes when I want to die
never more will i look into your eyes
clouds roll in

True love that never was
never will be just give up

find someone else not half as good
don't want to be another man of wood
I'm flesh and bone, spirit soul
but without you still not whole.
life's not mechanical

I'm bad for you, you're bad for me
was it really never meant to be?
stop telling me what's practical
right or wrong we're animals
i just want to feel

True love the pure connect
numbing out all intellect

my pulse I know it I can't deny
shaking off realistic advice
If I'm wrong I don't want to be right
I want to follow that guiding light
because I love you

Amongst the lost

In the mists of the mind, I try to find my bearings. Somewhere there was a path but now I am lost in a marsh. Impenetrable fog in every direction.

Revisiting a familiar spot, tentatively tracing the tributary.

Where to go now?