Inquire

often someone will inquire on why i spend my nights alone
if only they knew
im accident prone

i drift off to an unknown zone
of cosmic satisfaction, golden haze,& yearning
my curves are an unholy distraction
my blunt spirit
strong enough to sweep you into a daze a burning daze
is turning
turning
the seconds into minutes
minutes into hours
hours into day's


so many almost, that turned into fail's
maybe
just maybe
the single will prevail

so many started friendships
that inspire deeper feeling's but wire you with veins that don't bleed
that don't move or react
once you tire of the lack of appreciation
nothing but confusion tend's to transpire

often someone will inquire why i spend my night's alone
& my complex reply is simple
people love an unfamiliar tone but stray to what is easy
what they've always's known