Adrianna Kjeld

Realizations

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. 


  

Comments1

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed



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