I am too honest in a world full of lies.

This generation is something I truly despise.

Women are ruthless.

I chew on my words until I am toothless.

I want to love with actions.

But women are too consumed with captions.

Having fun is a deception.

I think life is beautiful too.

I am walking a fine line of becoming callous, and loving a woman so passionate.

My feelings feel drastic; I feel as if alone on a far away planet.

Existential loneliness, and no longer despair.

My mind is repaired and my soul is growing Forth.

But this love is scorched.

This love is torched.

I need an angel in my life, I’d like to make one woman my wife –

My sweet lady, unknowingly love of my existence, please, bring me to life…