There's something about lonely men
Who stand and wait for the world to start
So they can live.
It's not anything that you can put your finger on
Watch him smile and laugh
But his eyes
He leaves with a woman every night
Same, different, they're all the same
Spends his seed but not his soul
There's no soul to spend
Or there is, but it's just locked up tight
He has no key.
There's something in you that screams
To save that lonely man
Even though you're still the same girl
You can't. He's spent
And you'll be spent too, and just be
Another lonely
Spread the disease
Spread the loss
Spread yourself too thin
Spend yourself in another, find
A bright flash. For a brief
Dream in another's embrace
There's something about lonely men
Who laugh but make you cry
You want to hold him but
His loneliness will be yours
He is just a mirror.
There's something about lonely men.
Love the first section. It reminds me of my own line "searching for those not aslumber at the soul." And your best line in the poem, I think, is "spends his seed but not his soul." It's common (at least in literature, and in the Bible), that a man's seed not used for creation is considered "wasted." By using "spends," you give seed a monetary value, which is both appropriate and interesting. However, I'm not a fan of the soul being monetary in nature. But that's because, to me, the soul is everything. At the same time, I realize that those that you're describing in the poem, if they had a soul to spend, wouldn't think twice about doing so.
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