
Not quite here or there
Not quite anywhere
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Different than most of the guys
Wishing one was easier on the eyes
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Moulded out of a cast thrown away
Feeling more and more like it every day
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Looking for Yang to the yin in the stars
Always coming up short as who we are
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Dozens of girls chats and dates
Always leaving with empty plates
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Excuses fakes and stories abound
Can an honest woman be found?
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Eharmony and Yahoo dating too
Is anyone real looking for you?
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Cook, pay, wine and dine as we meet
Yet finding a match is more like a fete
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Frustrations abound eyes water and sog
Maybe just give up and get a dog
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Most men on these sites just want sex
Leaving dating potentials emotional wrecks
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Looking for a ‘hookup’ is all they want
A roll in the hay and sexual jaunt
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So not only just chew the fat
But also prove to be better than that
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With weary hand to wetted eye
Hands to face the frustrated cry
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It shouldn’t have to be this hard
Finding love with them on guard
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But until remain like a frustrated muggle
In a world of magicians, a constant struggle
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First of all, that art is captivating. Love it.
Your poem is full of little savory nuggets! Glad you got yin/yang correct; too many people say/write ying/yang. Ugh. Then, ‘fete’ is a great play on words; you talked about cooking = a feast (fete) AND getting the ‘right one’ is a remarkable feat! ’Anyone real’? Ha! ‘Give up and get a dog.’ And yeah, ‘like a frustrated muggle in a world of magicians.’
Bless your broken, stitched-up, spectrally guarded heart!
~Ed.
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Thank you, I’m beyond flattered. 😊😊
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