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a manhood overstood by years of

pain and tears...

misunderstood by his lady of two years...

strainful and weary...

eyes teary...

from the misuse of bottled emotions...

uncontrollable expressions...

unable to learn his lessons throughout

all of his stressing...

mind weak and weary...

cold - fearing his soul's dwelling...

at the top of his lungs he's yelling...

but there's no one telling him...

that his pains go unheard...

and happiness is unheard of...

just a fucked up 22 years...

fucking his nerves up...

all he ever wanted was the love of

one female...

but affection is only impassioned

by actors and characters of fairy tales...

an imprisonment of false love...

and making love is a memory...

fore-playing with thoughts of suicide...

and intimacy is only a corner in his

mental capacity...

oral arguments arouses his head...

he suffers from migraines...

from nightmares of vaginal gardens

with no entrance...

the pit of his stomach is empty...

reminiscing every so often...

instead of two lovers climbing into bed...

two corpses climb into their coffins...

what once was a fantasy...

now a fallacy...

a reality of love nothing less than an agony...

unshakeable...

a break up never redeemed...

just a verbal agreement...

of some "I love you's..."

taken for granted...

but they say money can't buy him love...

on this digital planet...

"I HATE YOU!"

with every strong tone in his voice...

he meant it...

never deciphering that he only hated to lover her...

only hated the absence of her...

soft lips...

caress...

and the intimate nights he loved her...

hugged her with an embrace remotely close

to a piece of Heaven...

was like her hair...

fresher than the spring time air...

moist body causing a stare...

from his eyes...

cries from his heart...

as she starts to slowly move her thighs...

why? and how could true beauty lie before his very eyes?

but in his mind he knows...

that even a touch would kill the mood...

so he refuses to subdue...

the erotic thoughts and anticipation...

of a passionate night of love making...

so behind closed eyes...

in his dreams, he seems to find...

the greatest sex he's been longing...

but it's fucked up when it has to come from another woman...



Tha Prodigal One...