All Alone - Poem by Aram Stefanian
At the birthday table, all alone with myself.
What was the reason for my being born?
Wished I'd be reincarnated as a little elf,
Were always on the ball, happy and torn.
You my friends, are the victims of your secret wishes
Which after coming true, are already needless.
How come Scorpio doesn't match with Pisces?
Take a deeper dive for feeling less breathless.
Love is like your unclaimed excess baggage:
You might pay highly at the Lost & Found.
Gonna get rid of that corporeal garbage,
Coz the core of love is by heaven bound.
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