Everyone near me found partners,
Yet here, no desire stirred for one.
Love I could feel romantically,
But sexual allure escapes grasp.
Still unchanged, acceptance found.
No childhood idols charmed me,
While others swooned over them.
No sexual love, and that's fine.
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Diary of a Poet
PoetryPoems about random things I find fascinating. And a more articulated way of getting things off my chest.
