Poetry Post 321

Aspergers Is Not A Syndrome
Sickness is not an emotion
Passion is just another word for devotion
The want of order and control
Is in every human soul
When sincerity seems like a delusion
What else is left but anxiety and confusion
But this does not make one sick, impaired or dumb
Asperger's is not a syndrome
A different social perspective
Does not make one socially defective
Different skills simply make a different tool
As long as I am able I know am not a fool

Still Hurting II
Depressed, disstressed looking at your picture
Pining, knowing there's no fantasy anymore
But what else is there to do
The self prophesy came true
The same situation produces nothing new
Why did I hope for something different in you
Expecting something in you to come through
You are a great friend but we couldn't stand a chance
Our love is strong but with emotional distance
We could never be lovers we could hardly stay friends
But the finalization is something my heart never comprehends

Soul Mate Searching
Preoccupied and lonely
Looking for my first, my best, my only
How can I get through the lonesome night
If I can't recognize the one who's right
How could I be whole and master my own fate
If I search without recognition of my own mate
Who is she? Where shall she be? How would she know me?
There's too many variables in this mystery
Perhaps true love is not ansolute
But I can't settle for a substitute