Not For Sale Poem by Little King of Sorrows
Not For Sale
For the life of me I'll never know.
I'm trapped in time not long ago.
Each morning sun anew.
Endless roads await.
Yet I'm chained by sadness.
My manifested fate.
Lustful eyes be winking.
All longing for a dance.
But heart is steady beating.
The tune of lost romance.
The bids are getting higher,
but my love just isn't there.
My songs of pain betray me,
under needy eyes that stare.
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4/18/2024 2:15:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nothing is wrong with friends, my friend :) indeed you must not be forced to do what you don't want to. In theory, it is almost impossible to do so. This is a wonderful poem, by the way: P