Thought I'd reached the top, only to look
and see a staircase to the next floor;
thought I'd had enough-then there was more.
You kiss me like I'm the only one-not sure
where this is going; could this be what they call love?

I've been stupid in a sense-made some big
mistakes-found myself between four walls-
looking around, no door to find.
Running around inside myself-waiting for
peace to come into sight.

I'm looking for a heart to love, a hand to
hold-looking for some peace of mind;
waiting for fantasy to unfold.

Denise