Ying To My Yang Poem by Cory Cook

There is no ying, to my yang, i am not, a man with a plan, im still waitin, to meet my biggest fan, always searchin, never findin, always cryin, rarely smilein, forever sighin, possibly till the day im dying, im not lying, forever im trying, the next possible door, the nearest open window, to escape from my life, to escape my strife. Is there someone out there crazy enough to be my wife? to join me in my eventless life? to share with me my strife.. my other half, someone to make me laugh, to share my bath, to hold me in the dark.. is there a ying to my yang? to help me make a plan? to make me a better man.. to love me.. whenever she can.. Reven egduj a koob yb sti revoc.
C.J.C