A Life in Constant Sorrow

Knowingly all that i can,

Understanding the things we can not.

Comprehending in lieu of all moments to memories,

of the thoughts I give as presents,

Sure you can give me a look.

What can a look give,

when the hug and kiss can reverberate much more better.

You tell me I am not content,

You tell me all of my unhappiness

are the things I keep dwelling and projecting.

How can you see,

when all of my experiences are not yours.

the scars that went through left a mark.

and no matter how much I bring it up,

you make me small,

then I'd knew,

you are not the woman I wanted,

In fact you are a need to my unwanted life.

Anyway Thank you.

I know now what it means,

Constraints of frustrated contentment.