Poetry

Lonely life

Admiring my own company,

yet I still wish for a companion,

perhaps so I can receive the love I am unable to 

give to myself,

so someone can point out the things that they find 

beautiful that I cannot help and call

ugly,

is it silly to want to be adored and cared for?

Or am I only asking for something that’s human,

which I am unable to find,

a lonely life is hard to bare

but maybe it’s the life that I have to adapt to and 

accept.

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