Holding Out for Something Real

I thought you were the best thing
I could ever call mine,
so when you wanted to leave
I struggled to accept it.


You didn't treat me right
because you knew I would take it;
I thought you were the only one
who would ever love me.


But what you felt for me wasn't love,
it resembled carnal desire
that I could never fulfill
because of my deeper morals.


I'm holding out for something real,
for a love that is true and pure;
a love that doesn't ask for too much
but gives without expectations.

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