Some have gone,
I am going,
what about the pain shall remain?
I'm emotionally worn,
I have love to offer,
will you choose me?
I'll offer you my body,
In return,
I ask for your soul,
I'm not looking for a better half,
I seek another whole.
I'll be your canvas,
Let's paint a dream,
our dream.
I am asking for too much it seems,
my standards are too high,
I demand too much.
It is a myth,
There's no love as such,
I seek, what doesn't exist.
What a lonely life.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 3:46 PM UTC
Some have gone,
I am going,
what about the pain shall remain?
I'm emotionally worn,
I have love to offer,
will you choose me?
I'll offer you my body,
In return,
I ask for your soul,
I'm not looking for a better half,
I seek another whole.
I'll be your canvas,
Let's paint a dream,
our dream.
I am asking for too much it seems,
my standards are too high,
I demand too much.
It is a myth,
There's no love as such,
I seek, what doesn't exist.
What a lonely life.
Ends the childhood fable, date-to-marry my foot.
