Perfect Understanding
I'd wait a century to find just one who would understand me
If for only a day what I say could be grasped I would die happy
I often wonder why it is so hard to get my point across
Maybe I am thinking too much or maybe I am not lucid
Do others find this to be something they have a problem with?
Is it only me that agonizes over people just not getting the point
A slow torture when my words go unrecognized so I write
Noone sees them ever as they go in a book of memories
Each prose states a happening and I understand fully what I meant
Never a wrinkle in a page the words pour out only to be shut away
One day I have decided they will go somewhere and someone will see
The person that understands what I meant will be the one for me
I will never let that person go they will know my soul my heart
They will see the thoughts that work my mind and will completely understand