It is what it is
and it ain't bliss.
His lips are not the only one's ever to be kissed.
I am no virgin, it's why I feel used up,
I never thought another man would WANT to fill my cup
not in a sexual manner, no, not to that degree,
but to make me feel love again to this dramatic decree.
Anyways that's not my point.
Not all men are pigs...oink oink.
My point is I've come to a realization
now that my tears have all precipitated
Love is a tender thing.
Within one's self, there is a capability of being,
but it isn't always full of flowers and singing.
Sometimes your ears are all but bleeding.
your temper gets short.
you go in for it and then abort!
your love can be like a battle in court...
but-
Life's too short too be so unsatisfied,
you go for your goals with no ratification
because we all have our own aspirations.
- Author: Adrianna Kjeld (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 20th, 2018 02:01
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
Comments1
Well written and expressed
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