The wonder...

What is it i cannot have.?. To touch with more than fingertips that only begin to feel it pass... Why is it i stand in the middke of life wondering of hope.?. Drifting as if I'm forever to be alone... When with the pieces align so joy can come from within.?. To enjoy what i envy n live... How long will life go on as my worth lingers in days that has come to be gone.?. As looking in the mirror confuses the mind of where i belong... Why the wait when the heart gets no younger with yrs falling into a forgotten past.?. The infamous loner jus wants to embrace the facts... Where shall the memories go if never made to be kept.?. For trust only believes in others when nothing is left... N who is it to be that fits the details if luv was to exist.?. As lives mesh in a mingling collision of comforts to be pressed against hushed lips...