If I’d searched any longer, I would have only waited longer
For an unattainable pursuit, a way out
Of this hell of loneliness, rotting away
People die in honorable ways, so why can’t I?
With my hands together, and a heavy cry.
The rains would fall upon the cracked earth
Seeds fall to form crop circles in my footsteps,
Would love become a tale or would trees
Still weep, continuing what they are.
Immortal words paint a vision into the flames
And will prevail or perish in my cause;
To be loved may be just as aliens to earth as it is to me
I wasn’t meant for love, and love wasn’t meant for me.
But still, I will watch,
Happy for the world.
Because such a gift should be acclaimed,
Even if that gift is for someone else.
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