Here stands a soul in search of lovers past;
a man whose mind is greying with the sky.
His limited relations seldom last,
and sadder still, he knows exactly why -
uncomplicated love is hard to find,
when with misfortune, every glance betrays
behind his eyes this sombre, dark'ning mind -
a mind that, with perspective, would amaze -
still, one that loses focus by degrees
if e'er a caustic subject he espies...
it’s difficult to bury thoughts like these
when trusting women peer into his eyes.
Perhaps he’ll figure out if he succeeds -
the complicated love’s the kind he needs.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
Here stands a soul in search of lovers past;
a man whose mind is greying with the sky.
His limited relations seldom last,
and sadder still, he knows exactly why -
uncomplicated love is hard to find,
when with misfortune, every glance betrays
behind his eyes this sombre, dark'ning mind -
a mind that, with perspective, would amaze -
still, one that loses focus by degrees
if e'er a caustic subject he espies...
it’s difficult to bury thoughts like these
when trusting women peer into his eyes.
Perhaps he’ll figure out if he succeeds -
the complicated love’s the kind he needs.
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