The seek of love...

Im a sad lonely man who writes love poems with his filthy hands. The yearning for that special ones hand is enough to drive my head into the sand. I am a man with needs i say, Yet i dont look at the feelings of the object that my desires see. Indeed, What a sad life, A pitiful life, Without you, There is no life. I burden you with the only heart that beats, the one that's on my chest hoping you can put it to rest the rest? It does not matter, For you that is all that matters. Saying your are my world would be a lie when your texting that other handsome guy, So what im i? A friend or foe? For you are the one to show. 

A hairy fat slobbish sicking man with many thoughts and words in his hand wet tears around his eyes. Dark room but a pillow and a blanket to hug, For you are the one, Who's missing in my arms, but one day, With my charm's, That could be no more, No more..