A Storm of Thoughts

Unending Search

I fall

Every time I feel I have found the one.

This is it, I convince myself

Just to wake up another day.

With the same regrets,

The same trouble.

Its not it.

It will never be.

There will be no end to this misery.

Its a person I have met.Again.

Not a soul,it has never been.

But its the soul I am seeking.

Not you,the person.