Desparate

Kicking a can near by the shore,
Letting the cold air brush against my skin.
Thinking hard...very hard.
Why is it so hard for me to find love?
Why did I end up having a hard life?
...A life which cannot be explained because it needs to stay quiet.

So much love to give,
And yet no one...
I seduce her, them... with the most heartful lust that may be dreamt.
Only that I don't hurt them nor make them cry...
And yet that's what she, they want.
Why?

My parents don't understand...for reasons.
They won't learn nor try to...for reasons.
Their ways are set...for reasons.
...Reasons...

I walk a path in life...that I hadn't been born on.
I didn't choose to walk the road less taken...
Yet, my soul did.
He knows its the best...

He has learnt many from experiences.
And died.
God made him come back in another life.
...To learn more.
He is so close to become an angel...
Yet, very far away.
He is born in me...
And my life is probably the last one he must learn...
With no love, nor happiness...
It is a life learnt through sorrow.

Had he have a heart...
He'd be desparate to die and run away to live in darkness...