Losing the lovers

What do you see,
Are they lucky,
Humble?
Or in a whole lot of trouble,
Falling in and out of love,
Rising like a delicate dove,
Then falling harder than meteor,
Like many times before,
Broken and beaten by the What do you see,
Are they lucky,
Humble?
Or in a whole lot of trouble,
Falling in and out of love,
Rising like a delicate dove,
Then falling harder than meteor,
Like many times before,
Broken and beaten by the beautiful,
Wondering why they are so deceitful,
Yet always looking for the wrong one,
When yet the right could be in front shining brighter than the sun,
Still leaving the one they can't see or even try,
Asking themselves why? why? why?
Being told they right one will come along,
Which always sounds the same song,
Leaving them to follow the single path alone,
Hardening a loving heart to one of stone,
The half trying to feel whole,
Yet selling to everyone how it is to know the soul,
Though lying to themselves with the philosophical quote,
Like rowing without the oars on a boat,
Needing to stop and think,
Let it in to sink,
It washes over them like a rock,
Not filling it up like a lock,
Letting the heart fill with dust,
Becoming overcome with useless lust.