Her beauty was my greatest addiction,
She was the salve for my self infliction,
I truly thought she held the answers to my dilemma,
Her sweet soul is the lightning rod to my antenna,
I now realize she was a sorry substitute,
For the loathing state I feel in birthday suit,
If only we could have lived as true loving soulmates,
Instead I found out the hard way what each of us hates.
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.
