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A book shouldn't be judged by its cover they said. A person should be judged on their heart they said. Plenty of books go unread They are too small Too thick Too old Too beat up People and love have the same fate as a book. Love is hypocritical. How can an emotion, that is said to be Judged by the heart, Consider the optical cortex's opinion. Before it weighs a soul Hypocrites. Predators are lead by their sight as well. Killing off prey In blood lust That is interesting. Perhaps lust is the issue Their eyes devour what they want While the heart is left empty. If I lose weight am I subscribing to this belief? Am I not fit enough to be loved? Would being devoured by predators truly mend my heart? My windowless soul bleeds. While their eyes ignore me. Am I changing myself to be loved, or Can love change itself to find me?
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
Love is a Hypocrite
A book shouldn't be judged by its cover they said. A person should be judged on their heart they said. Plenty of books go unread They are too small Too thick Too old Too beat up People and love have the same fate as a book. Love is hypocritical. How can an emotion, that is said to be Judged by the heart, Consider the optical cortex's opinion. Before it weighs a soul Hypocrites. Predators are lead by their sight as well. Killing off prey In blood lust That is interesting. Perhaps lust is the issue Their eyes devour what they want While the heart is left empty. If I lose weight am I subscribing to this belief? Am I not fit enough to be loved? Would being devoured by predators truly mend my heart? My windowless soul bleeds. While their eyes ignore me. Am I changing myself to be loved, or Can love change itself to find me?
john-combs
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
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