Super Dumb, Woe Is Me, Love Thing (but I’ll post anyway because not every poem is good)

40 years

Never have I fallen

Where is she who understands

.

All I’ve ever seen

Seeks first desire

Building attractions as the liar

.

Who is old fashioned enough to know

Love is made joined in soul

So yes, I’m not now what is want

Because that piece of me, is what you got

.

Is their such a thing

Called committed

Or, for wanting it, have I forfeited

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