Juju Bean
The lost
are those who’ve slipped betwixt
Souls of
innocence that see love to be purist
Mistakes
made transformed into self whipping sticks
The
children of St Jude
The
pained hearts cry within
No tears
are ever seen
They
yearn for the virtuous world
Seeking
love’s perfection is looking for Quixote’s protection
They
never see the futility, caused by reality’s infidelity
Confusion
that virtue isn’t a universal in situ
So they
see the flaws and suffer
What if
the chance had been taken to jump?
The
chuckling demons that procrastination divines
Constantly
heard and felt is the torment whine
The only
escape they know is in love’s search
The
torture of the question that swirls, “will I ever find true love?”
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