I'm just tired.
Tired of feeling undesired,
tired of feeling unadmired,
tired of feeling unaspired,
tired of never feeling wanted nor desired.
I might just as well go to sleep,
as nobody wants me that deep,
as love into my life doesn't seep,
and my old worries just heap,
and none my virginity seeks to reap...
Sometimes I just feel so crazy,
with desire that my mind goes hazy,
and for it I'ld never be lazy,
but the way there seems overly hazy,
so my desire continues to just drive me crazy.
As I see through my hope,
I feel like such a dope,
I know it helps not to mope,
or to long for a rope,
when one looses all hope.
But I do it still,
and most certainly will,
if unrelieved of this ill,
that doth my happiness kill,
unremoved from this virgin hill.
I do wonder a bit,
why I do not seem fit,
to experience it,
nor even kiss a tit,
and by no love get hit.
Am I being delusional now,
when I feel like some sow,
some demented old cow,
fit only to plow,
and never love know?
I wish to be seduced,
even if it meant abused,
as long as for love I'm used,
and not just reduced,
to a watcher bemused.
I wish some girl would take,
all of me and make,
me yearn for her sake,
and together we'ld shake,
for our joined passion's sake.
But for now I'm alone,
sitting on my high throne,
to rail against or condone,
as I see others hone,
their chance of finding love's bone.
Sitting alone I groan,
heaving sigh after moan,
that no one wish to loan,
my lips makes me groan,
and my life further bemoan.
Won't you please rescue me,
a goddess to set me free,
from the demons that be,
finding much joy and glee,
in oppressing me?
Some Lady I could,
worship and should,
nor indeed never would,
stray from pleasuring should,
making it something that all day I could.
If there is a divine,
let thy countenance shine,
with generosity sublime,
and make such a lady mine,
then my heart wouldst be thine.
For without her my lust,
for living and trust,
in a good life for me must,
like some decaying old bust,
slowly turn to dust.
Without love no meaning,
in life there is me seeming,
at least that's where I'm leaning,
inside myself silently screaming,
as this screen's at me beaming...
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