When I was younger
I thought I was young Werther.
Pining for the tall, thin, quiet boy
in high school.

I should have paid more attention
to biology instead of Goethe.

The evolution of each age
matches the desires.

No forgiving filter could
make it much clearer.

I’m actually Zorba
not refined or graceful.

No women protagonist
matches my boar of a heart.

How gentle and fierce it is
in the same breath.

I used to dream of a big house,
enough to fit all those I love.

Now I only wish
to set them free.

09/05/2021

Posted on 09/05/2021
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