athousandMCwords,
He was played
He was foolish enough
To have thought it possible
To love
He who was so unamiable
He who was disnatured,
So destitute of feelings
Who could ever love him?
Because unlike the crowd of fanatics
Who subscribe to Universalism,
Believing that one day we will all be saved
By the great power who bestowed upon us
Everything
This being, has endowed him with nothing
Nothing so enchanting
Nothing so lacking in him
Than love
For how could one ever love
If he was never loved?
He would wake up in the middle of the night
To shouts in the other room
The reboant sounds of a failing marriage
The signs of love lost, if there ever were
He would eat his breakfast
With no one at his side
But the whispers clinging to the air,
“You are alone.”
There is no such word as love
It is a made-up word
Constructed by us mere mortals
To give us the illusion of escape,
From this deep hole we have found ourselves in
Unlike the devotees, he will never be saved
From neglect, from abandonment
He will be forgotten
Like the children from the unlit garden
Doomed to seek this thing called love
Yet never find it
Literary: The Lost Word
He was played
He was foolish enough
To have thought it possible
To love
He who was so unamiable
He who was disnatured,
So destitute of feelings
Who could ever love him?
Because unlike the crowd of fanatics
Who subscribe to Universalism,
Believing that one day we will all be saved
By the great power who bestowed upon us
Everything
This being, has endowed him with nothing
Nothing so enchanting
Nothing so lacking in him
Than love
For how could one ever love
If he was never loved?
He would wake up in the middle of the night
To shouts in the other room
The reboant sounds of a failing marriage
The signs of love lost, if there ever were
He would eat his breakfast
With no one at his side
But the whispers clinging to the air,
“You are alone.”
There is no such word as love
It is a made-up word
Constructed by us mere mortals
To give us the illusion of escape,
From this deep hole we have found ourselves in
Unlike the devotees, he will never be saved
From neglect, from abandonment
He will be forgotten
Like the children from the unlit garden
Doomed to seek this thing called love
Yet never find it
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