And to always be unloved,
Not a single tear shed,
For a pain I never wish to feel.
There was once a point to try,
But realised now that this point was fruitless,
I shall always remain one,
I will always remain my own.
This fate was once not my choice,
The youth that I lived had this choice,
But in lessoned learned,
He became unloved.
Comments about this poem (Unloved by Lucas Vincent Desmond )
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