L.U.V.

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  • Lost Love

    L.U.V.

    Imagine an unlovable beast
    Imagine an intolerable fiend
    Imagine an indifferent being
    You’ve been imagining me…

    I can’t be loved; not because I don’t want it
    But because no one’s done it
    All I get is pity: love devoid of soul
    I’m like Flava Flav with none of the gold

    Deeper and deeper into an abyss I stare
    Knowing the beast and false prophet are there
    Sometimes I wanna just descend anyway
    I’m just two slit wrist lengths away

    But then I realize that’s retarded
    There’s a reason my retardation had started
    I was never to have love just pity
    I can live with that as long as it’s spelled: “L.U.V.”

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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