It is not that I am incapable of love
It is that I find myself focused on work
The need to define myself for history
Hinders any chance of falling victim
to Cupid's spree
It is not that I am opposed to intimacy
It is that I am proposed to my industry
The calling of the sands of time
Call too strongly with temptations
I cannot fight
It is not that I am devoid of tenderness
It is that I am perfecting my performance
The howling in my head of wild wilderness
Holds my heart captive in thoughts
that cannot blend
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
