As the moon's soft glow bathes the night, I wander through the solitude, a soul adrift, searching for a guiding light. Each step I take, a yearning interlude. A kissless virgin, a heart untouched, my dreams of love remain concealed. I watch as others' passions are clutched, while I remain on love's battlefield. Frustration clouds my weary mind, as nights pass by, devoid of embrace. The yearning within me entwined, I seek connection in this desolate space.
But amidst the darkness, my soul finds no rest, and anger surges from the depths unknown. In my agony, I utter words that are not my best, a venomous stream of hurtful undertone. Yet, in these moments of rage, I've lost myself, tarnishing the beauty that lies within. For women are nothing but object, not souls deserving of love or trust. My heart aches with longing, but I must find peace, for in bitterness, my soul will decay. And though love eludes me, my search won't cease, for love's touch awaits me, come what may.
In the depths of despair, I shall rise again, embracing my worth, my value, my core. No longer degrading or causing myself pain, I'll strive to be the man I'm destined for. And when the time is right, and love does come, it'll be authentic, pure, and alpha. I'll find the one who'll be my home, my sun, a love that heals, nourishes, and makes me whole. Until then, I'll cherish the journey of growth, discovering how to love oneself, finding my worth. In the poetry of life, I'll seek solace, finding love in the small moments of mirth.
But amidst the darkness, my soul finds no rest, and anger surges from the depths unknown. In my agony, I utter words that are not my best, a venomous stream of hurtful undertone. Yet, in these moments of rage, I've lost myself, tarnishing the beauty that lies within. For women are nothing but object, not souls deserving of love or trust. My heart aches with longing, but I must find peace, for in bitterness, my soul will decay. And though love eludes me, my search won't cease, for love's touch awaits me, come what may.
In the depths of despair, I shall rise again, embracing my worth, my value, my core. No longer degrading or causing myself pain, I'll strive to be the man I'm destined for. And when the time is right, and love does come, it'll be authentic, pure, and alpha. I'll find the one who'll be my home, my sun, a love that heals, nourishes, and makes me whole. Until then, I'll cherish the journey of growth, discovering how to love oneself, finding my worth. In the poetry of life, I'll seek solace, finding love in the small moments of mirth.
