The One
What do you do?
When you find yourself starving?
So confused
You risk flesh carving.
Perhaps then
The loneliness will subside
When no longer
By social rules, do you abide.
You shove away dark thoughts
And bring forth the Sun
Attempting to use the light
To find the fabled, "The One".
Friends give you assurance
You'll find him in due time
But when, you ask
Must I forever rant in rhyme?
About that hidden face
The person I know not
And with that they could rescue
My heart from this shameless rot.
But I'll continue to search
As if I had a choice
Until the Sun goes black
And my soul has no voice.
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