These things of pangs unknown by name, <br />I feel that they are familiar. <br />These aches and sores are all that and the same, <br />I feel they are strange hence forth all too peculiar. <br />These torments of abstraction all from life, <br />I feel they are why I feel complete. <br />These logical fights with love isn’t right, <br />I feel they are why I’m weak. <br />These waves I ride seem too high, <br />I feel that she is waiting for me to crash. <br />These struggling moments here adrift the tide, <br />I feel that they are going to last.<br /><br />Sadistic Cupid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frustration-12/
