Devil

Like the devil I must fight
This desire within
To be wanted
To have a friend
That burn of lonely
Those sighs of despair
The moment when you find
You are not a friend
Or lover
Or anything
You just were and that’s all
Something to pass the time
Something to play with
The gadget of the day
Melancholy in self
Desperate is not feeling
But a state of mind
Used is not a thing
But a way of being
That you don’t find out till the end…………
Never wanting to be needed
Needing to be wanted
FenniganT 2-20-10