People always fuck life up...
When it's just getting good.
And emotions cloud our senses...
Till we lose all good intention.
So now I'll stop and wait a while...
While I still have time left...
And contemplate the meaning...
Of each person I have met.
Which ones could I have loved...
If I had really tried.
And who of them would have stood by me...
When all I needed was a friend.
And now I sit here...
Surround by people who care...
And for few of them I truly believe...
That I may learn to love.
Every life I've touched.
Every one that's touched me.
They ARE ghosts of what love should be.
I can't contemplate...
How love would feel.
If I should find that it is real.
Every person I've met...
Is a soul I have glanced at.
I have read their intentions...
Their black hearts I have seen.
Humans are tasteless...
And I guess so am I.
We hurt without guilt...
Every other we find.
Humans are pointless...
And I presume so am I.
We travel through life...
With the sense of a flea.
Humans are reckless...
And I know so am I.
We swirl into danger...
And back out as we please.
Humans are thoughtless...
I think so am I.
We fear the destination...
But never the drive.
Humans are selfish...
I am sure so am I.
We dream of our gifts...
But forget what to buy.
Every person I've met...
Is all of these things.
And I never love them...
And they shouldn't love me.
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Bleak
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