Loveless
Dreaming of family life and feeling single.
Single to having someone that is going to love harder than me.
Single to having a lover and best friend.
Single to my faults forcing me to face them alone and head-on.
The apple tree produces fruit ready for change.
Wisdom is to understanding, and I choose to be blind.
Singles, are we lost souls to foolish to love?
Confined to the wilderness, only I hate the outdoors.
One single tear accompanied by a sleepless night for lost love.
Card game exposing its hand, I am single in a relationship.
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