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I need a girlfriend...
The pain is getting harder to bear
My eyes are getting weak from looking
Into my soul for the temperament of
A quiet composure I call love.
I have been passionless for so long.
I know this because the pulses spread
Like a malicious poison to every conner
Of every limb I possess.
My legs spiritually swell while my eyes
Feel like they bleed all over these
Bruised hands that hold my heart in place
From falling out of my body.
The blood is no longer being contained
Inside my physical skin and with that
I am loosing warmth; the heart no longer
Beats as a part of me but as a drum
For others to appreciate and toss between
Their skulls.
Every day, it seems, I don't need rain
To wash away the last stains on my body
But it brings my blood to a level past
A solemn sidewinder and into the night...
I have so much love to offer with
No wrapping to apply its notice;
I have so much warmth to radiate
Alas I be given the chance...
So for those reasons I need to know
What passion feels like...
I need a girlfriend....