Woman
Desperate for something
You'd assume it's fame
But she was yearning for love
A heart, that keeps her sanity
She could go to work
Earn money, have peace
Woman
Tries to fix what's wrong
Learns, educates herself
And others too, if they listen
Yearning for love, still, a heart
That keeps her purpose
Alive, fulfilling, functional
Woman
Now she has nothing left
Since she became, Love's Mistress
Love doesn't offer money, sanity
Now love's little whore, begs
Love takes, until woman is over
Love is broke and she, is broken.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 23rd, 2024 01:54
- Category: Love
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Comments2
When love is broken , we are a shell of our former selves. Love makes the world go round. When it breaks, our world stops. That’s where your lines took me. Have a lovely day Alan.
Thanks for reading and for your reflection...have a nice day!
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