Her beauty, her grace... It's none of those things. It has nothing to do with her ample breasts Or petite ways Unobtainableness That's why she is wanted Sought after Killed for Every man wants her Even the gay guys flirt with her. Assending, transending Their inner roots They want something about her Because they can't have her. She's me She's you They're me They're you. It's not the prize But the journey And no possiblity of victory That sets us on our ways.
Reason for writing:
It still puzzles me why we are always wanting something that we can't have. Maybe we like challenge too much, and have to work for things to give them any meaning.
Birth sign: Gemini
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