I used to fancy myself as a glorified child of logic
Always calculating and firm
There's just so many reasons why I choose to play things safe.
I refuse to be a slave to emotion as so many women are!
A man can never love something he fails to understand, right?
And yet...
Through years of pressure, heat, and the like,
Logic has failed me time again.
Logic has left me feeling less than human.
I wonder in my old age if there is still time
To wear away the brittle stone
And feel the sensation of beating flesh
Pulsate beneath still fingertips.
How would you grade this?
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ummmm...
This poem doesn't really make very much sense to me. would you mind messageing me the meaning? not to be rude, but i just don't really understand it.
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