It seems, nothing is good enough
I’ve tasked myself with
Writing you something sweet,
Full of amour -- gentle words to
Caress your heart.
I’ve got nothing
It seems, nothing is good enough.
It’s peculiar, that.
You fill me.
Joy, brimming,
Ecstasy, gushing.
Defeat,
Forfeiture,
Futility,
Pain.
Feelings. Any feelings.
Never abate.
You fill me. Yet,
I’ve got nothing.
Is
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