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Dec 2016
Maybe I yearn for something outcast by individuals perspective or maybe I'm just selective.
Selective to be loved and caress in a way abandoned by this generation,
The lies, manipulation, infactuation, it all drives me to fraustration.
I want to be held like the darkness holds the sun to glisten it's beauty,
Held so my brokenness can repair as I cringe to the sensations of your love to my mentality instead of ******.
I lay fully covered while your heart strip me of insecurity and your hands massage the animosity.
The fire inside me ignites but your eyes and actions eases my soul,
You came into my life and made me feel whole.
You put light into me, attacked my demons, changed my pessimism on having feelings.
You hungered for a heart as intuitive and loving as mine,
And I craved for a romance and sincerity but I was so blind.
Your kiss derived me of my endless thoughts,
Your touch put a latch on my esteem,
Your love renew the empty soul that was lost.
You admired me like a work of art.
If only it was real and not a dream I tiresly wish upon,
The love I desire ,the absence made my heart fond.
Maybe I'm too passionate or maybe I need to grow up,
Or..
Maybe I was born in the wrong era for love.


-dpk
Monique
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Monique  Bahamas
(Bahamas)   
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     Deontra' Demeritte
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