24) Laments - I
Dream girl:
A philosopher woman, with a beautiful face,
Can feel pity and confuse it with love,
God must have made one,
But there are too many fools.
Don’t know what draws me toward you,
Don’t know why you remain aloof,
But don’t change, I am used to it,
Living alone with a broken heart.
I have nothing else to offer,
So I’ll have to throw it away,
It has become a burden,
Oh ! love so pure.
Beautiful eyes, don’t stop me,
Mesmerizing smiles, don’t fool me,
Entrancing words, don’t make me your prey,
Because I want to finish, alone; this journey.
1 comment:
24> Laments – I
A favorite defense mechanism of mine, and I enjoy explaining my theme of the first 4 lines: a philosopher woman feels pity at a guy who’s inferior but she confuses pity as love, but the chances of meeting such a girl is pretty low, because there are too many such guys. Self deprecation can be quite fun to experiment with at times.
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