
Love is for the privileged,
Not for people like me,
It’s a star I see twinkle,
Just too far to reach.
It’s a laid out feast,
And they eat to their hearts content,
For the starveling mewling me?
A forgotten sentiment.
Like a star and yet lackluster,
Love has lost its appeal.
Yet to my impoverished soul,
Every morsel is a meal.
I awake in cold sweats,
Finding it operose to breathe.
At war with myself,
And there is no retreat.
Black and scattered shards,
And thoughts I’d rather hide,
Such things I see within me,
when I look inside.
I see them on their beds of roses,
And their lips part for me like the sea did for Moses
Is love a privilege or is it divine?
I can’t know because it will never be mine
The metal bites me,
Red tears roll down my skin.
I lie down and gaze up,
My life wears thin.
Love isn’t a star, nay not a feast
Love is a wooden stick,
And I was beat to death.
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This is so well written and beautiful! It is an absolutely lovely read!
Simple words with deep meanings. Love it!
Very well expressed…..
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Deep thinking…beautifully written…
Love it
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Very Impressive !!!
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Very well written. Must read!
Thank you for sharing this one 🙂
So beautiful
Very well imagined!
love how love is darkly romanticized!!! beautiful poem
Really nice!
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