I found the loneliest content person you will ever meet
A man who acknowledges perfection, but doesn’t yearn for it
A man who adores love, but only if its someone else’s
He applauds from a distance as love rains all around him
He avoids love as if it’s a cold he might catch
He hugs himself to sleep, and kisses his pillow a wonderful night
A sad tale indeed, but bliss in his own eyes
Because he tried once, and love tore him to pieces,
And he only healed, the day he fell in love with himself.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
I found the loneliest content person you will ever meet
A man who acknowledges perfection, but doesn’t yearn for it
A man who adores love, but only if its someone else’s
He applauds from a distance as love rains all around him
He avoids love as if it’s a cold he might catch
He hugs himself to sleep, and kisses his pillow a wonderful night
A sad tale indeed, but bliss in his own eyes
Because he tried once, and love tore him to pieces,
And he only healed, the day he fell in love with himself.