Not meant to be
- cez
- Aug 5, 2020
- 1 min read
It’s probably better to feel less,
You spare a headache that way.
You go on about your merry life,
Forget there’s someone else.
A commodity you need,
A way to fill the void.
You long for the touch,
But not for the soul.
The distance is good,
It helps with reality.
The reality that you are not his,
And he, well he is who knows?
A means for pleasure that you cannot keep.
When the moment is up,
You pack up and leave.
You do not object and do,
Just like you are supposed to.



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