I've decided to give up on love until it comes calling for me,
Because pining for its lost version can take over uncontrollably,
The past owes us nothing its lifelessly ethereal,
I want to wallow in the happiness of sentient quantum material,
I need the warmth of a present conversation with a live woman,
My chats with ghosts are maddening, mummified and wooden,
Now I search for someone who will love me for who I am,
A fifty-two year old poor bachelor that's living with fam,
No sham, if this sounds appealing to you then I'm available,
I've got a great Dad bod but hairline is not sustainable,
So hurry before my head is as bald as my bank book,
I look like a hunk from a far if you neglect a second look.
Farls Tokley
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Lovelorn Lad
PoetryWARNING: A few of these poems are not suited for children. The following is a collection of poems that are a fair representation of feelings I had and have for a special person or two. As well as a few scattered memories of one night interludes.
