We search so long for one simple thing,
Hunting for a place to plant a ring,
All to get to watch the blossom bloom,
To stand on the podium, a groom.
Unfortunately there's a vulture offscreen,
Ready to yell cut on each and every scene,
A judge to bang his gavel in objection,
To your every move birthing rejection.
There are the just friends for you've never had the nerve,
To pull on the trigger to get what you deserve,
The one you truly liked based on who they once were,
Before they trusted you enough to change their fur.
Then there are the ones so coy,
A smile instilling joy,
But the fear keeps you away,
Blockading you from the prey.
That feeling when facing what used to be,
The way those blue eyes once made us see,
The feelings that once made us complete.
Now leaves us out to slowly deplete.
The search eventually reaches its extent,
Standing still in front of the etched cement;
Or rather the sand which never washed away,
Because that heart still remains to this day.
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