~ She ~
For all those years
that I lived in that lifestyle,
you were that hit...
that fit...
The ‘one’ wearing the clothes
that described the way I felt inside
before,
turning over to a life of learning new love;
A kindness and solitude that doesn’t need
push and shove.
softer touches... orgasms without pain,
to love someone... ‘saying’ their name;
not to punish and be cruel
to get that hit... and feel that fix...
over the angrier life forced upon us to live;
from damage in our youth... which goes unspoken...
a choice between, living or dying for God!
What can we do about the separation between us two?
It’s all about being real,
when needing something to feel.
Looking back on it all now
I shake my head,
as I confront the truth
and my point of view
over the attraction, I had towards you!
About the Creator
Jennifer Cooley
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
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