i've heard
thou shalt not inquire for love,
but words do not mean anything
if the distraut heart will not listen.
and pity does not feel accepted
still,the longing feels induced
with belonging as the object.
"wisdom speaks as knowledge listens"
does anyone care?
are meanings wasted?
false intention interupts the goal
as the want dies into nothing more.
the soul cried out
but no-one was there.
i know how it feels
when nobody cares..
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