I am cursed
To live a life without love.
But to want to show it at all times.
I fall love in with beauty that I know I can never have.
There is no counterpart to me.
Who would dare to weather my brain?
To try and understand me beyond the first experience.
I can write lyrics, but not sing.
I can rhyme but often I do not feel like a poet.
I write books but no-one reads them.
There is a curse on me,
I am sure of it.
I see everyone fall in love around me, but I lie alone wondering who put this curse on me?
I accept my curse.
Throw what you must at me,
For I am prepared.
I am cursed.
But now I am aware.