Single life, so weary and yet carefree.
No ties, when all I long for
Are ties to hold to.
My mind works over time
Reading into a glance or smile
Given by the opposite sex.
What is it about me
That makes me hold back?
How will anyone see me
If I don't dare to speak?
Why do I rely on my looks
To catch the mate I seek,
When I what I really want most
Is love based on what is underneath?
Single life, the lonely state
That all in time shall be.
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