Love Curse

Cursed with Aphrodite's love to give.
But no one around in this ghost town.
The park is empty and it feels so strange.
Not another conflicted soul in sight.
No one with wells large enough or enough time to give.
Everyone's busy on something.
No one has a free second to give.
Doomed until i can receive 1 free second of love.
For now i must love myself more
Lest the birds squaks turn into childrens screams like this morning. Or the
afternoon delight of music in the white noise of the shower and the hidden
messages within it all.
Everyone is a cia agent and this is a conspiracy to watch me under full
surveillance as the last human
Not one person dare approach them though i cannot look their eye
Under the moonlight i must look even more beautiful.
Narcissistic but also the only person willing to receive my love.