Solo, solo, solo
Seems it's meant to be my lot in life,
Attempt to change this status
Brings me nothing but strife.
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The crazy part about it
Is I love being single,
Why do I act the fool
And think It's okay to mingle?
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Enjoying my own company
Means I can be free,
No constraints and limitations
Are placed on me!!!
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I can continue to live my life
And enjoy all the things that bring me pleasure,
Instead of sacrificing it all
For another one's measure.
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Learn girl, learn
How much you love life
And all that you gain,
Stop fighting so hard
To be part of a couple
When all that ever brings is pain!!!
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How totally insane???
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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