Unfinished poetry 12

The Infinite

 

I never wanted much, just love and stuff,

But I never got either, never told my feelings to Eva,

Never had someone in love with me,

But that’s just history and this is my story.

 

It was never told to make you smile.

The truth is I haven’t written in a while.

I lost my faith and passion for this.

Broke my pen and with it my belief in me.

 

Still I try, ‘cause I used to be good.

I think, therefore I am wrong, I think

And I may now stink, but still I write,

‘cause with a little bit of luck I may start to shine my light.

 

If you see it glow, poke your head out of the window.

Give me a holla.  Drop me a folla.

I’m on Pinterest.  It’s my new born test.

If you like that, then you will see me

And if you like, I’ll count it as aight.

 

‘cause I was young once, but now I’m a dunce,

Who has two things to show you me.

All I want is you to look, ‘cause if enough people glance,  

I’ll have a chance at finding my Soul Mate, My Best Mate, My First Date.

 

And maybe my last...That’s if the love lasts

And I’m not just a laugh thing to point at with pitch forks,

But of course, we will see eventually.

 

This is the truth of me, the immortal disease.

The cleansing orb of prophecy.

It’s Beijing T.V.

 

Believe what you are told.

I’m good for the soul.

I may be getting old,

But I ain’t dead yet.

 

So raise your head and kiss my cheek

And then my lips and maybe, just maybe,

You and I could become  

The Infinite...

 

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