He Sits

He sits in the lonely cold winter ,only kept warm by his thoughts

Freezing, sunk in his knits 

He tries to keep himself busy, 

making loud hiphop beats

All these burning questions in his head 

Prays to God asking how many

chances one gets aat love

Response is not instant but he keeps facing up above 

Searching for answers 

On how the void in his life can be filled 

He sits

Fingers crossed anticipating, another like soul to come by but all hope is murdered 

By those who come and go with their fancy sexy soul-less bodies

He feels as if she's the reason why he has failed to find love 

Stuck between to walls in a relationship which confines his every little ability to feel right 

Spiritually,  his living in a world full of strangers 

He cries, confused and blinded 

By those beautiful moments spent with her

Effortless conversations

Right Proportional physical possessions

He beats himself up 

Deep regretting how he messed up 

But still she reads these words 

Giving him every reason to keep his hopes up.