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Elegia
Once it was said
"kept semen is venom"
I say
kept love is venom.
I'm dripping love.
Not semen.
I want to share, and the kind of sharing I want, I only knew when I was with girls
Or with a lost friend
Sadly, the love I gave to him turned into venom
He fed it back to me
I'm suffering from an amputation
It must be a crime, not to give away love
when one has it
And the punishment is to choke on it
I want to give it away!
Seems like everyone around resents it
They don't want it, not from me
Not even when I give it for free
Sad thing. How peple are different from me. I starve for a kind look, even for seeing love that is meant for someone else, not me, in a girl's look. Does me good.
Gives me hope. Hope of living in a world where love is possible.
But I just see sex desire instead.