I have met no man on this earth
Who does not crave for respect
Or yearn to be loved and to give
His heart, truly, in return.
I have not yet found the figure,
Who fights against the feeling
Of being led astray so completely,
That they would not give their safety
For the chance to remain whole.
Neither a soul was born to wish away
Life, or love of any kind—
Nor have they’ve been bore
Into the shadows, with a darkness
That swallows them whole.
No entity is woebegone from birth
Or has to be told, of the carnal joys
That circumnavigate the earth.
It is through teaching, malleolus
Thievery of youthful vigor,
That children begin to question
Their worth—their contribution.
I’ve met no man who does not
Desire to smile and feel giddy
Beneath their rusted bark.
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