Insatiability
We all need more love
than we can ever get,
and the more we love,
the more the insatiability increases.
So why keep on loving, then,
when it never pays?
When your prostitution is gratis,
when the feedback always comes too late,
when ingratitude is love's ultimate reward,
and you can not even save your soul
from getting raped?
That is the question.
You just go on until you fall,
for there is nothing else to do.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-03-04 at 23:38
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