Men They flatter, play around,...they break in. They shape and give courage and strength. Things that they themselves only possess to a limited extent. They love in silence, they smile when they suffer, they believe they know and yet they perish. Their love breaks in pain, but you didn't notice it? You fail to recognize, again, you believe you have to command them unity, and yet you despair when you stand still. They are friends, and they leave before they become enemies. They are addicted to contempt, but are broken by it. They carry you, far!. If you make an effort to recognize his desires, you will not forget how to walk. by Sudine ©2017 (Dog-eared document without date from around 2004 or a little later) no longer of tender age & before the final loneliness |
