Faking

I am the one unsired, the unrequired the one who in life’s mud is mired.
And what you desired
Was taken
So my heart alighted, love unrequited
I found that we were not united
And with heart blighted
Forsaking
My dull senses heighten, future brighten, the dark you cast no longer frighten
And as things lighten
Unshaken
I serve as your reminder, just be kinder, you fucked up little organ grinder
You aren’t my minder
You’re faking

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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