This is a mans worth (Ins@ne beim dichten)

[-[IoI]-Ins@ne]

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Like an angel, so vulnerable and thin,
last night it took place, where it all begin.
Deep within my broken heart,
I memorized a feeling soft and so smart,
not love, of course, this I left behind,
I'm thinking of something negativ, not kind.
Negativ for me, because it reminds me on something I've lost,
at a young, innocent love, no limits and without any cost'.
Touching, strokeing, hugging, kissing, thats all you both do,
no eyes for another friend, just the two of you.
What I see in your eyes, deep blue an so warmhearted,
is happyness, trust, and the hope a real love had started.
Don't think I'm jealous, I'm gracious about that fact,
I appreciate your friend, he is nice, I like how he act.
But today the only thing I can think of,
is me being alone, not on you or your love.
I know, for you this is not very just,
I want to thank you for your honestly and that you trust.
We don't know each other, but behave as we do,
time by time it is hard, but feels true.
This strange feeling, talking with someone without knowing her good,
telling my most secret, and knowing you understood.
After all, being a loser like me has also a good side,
I can show real friends which made me pride.
Love, of course, that's why I call myself a loser,
because after that much women I'm still waiting for a cure.
Look at me, my appearance and body looks pretty good,
is my charakter bad, after such a childhood?