He was smooth but not understanding
He was charming but not loyal
He was beautiful but a manipulator    
I knew this would come to and end
I knew I was a fool
He was secure but brought my insecurity
He was strong inside but not loving
He was my first but never mine

Everyday you come across many people
Short, tall, black, white, round, slim, pretty and ugly
You learn eventually that these people become gone
Gone is many ways
Gone towards you
Gone towards themselves
Spritrualy, mentally, physically, and financially
The truth is that these strangers are your friends, your lover, your family.
They take you on beautiful strolls to contemplate on life
They take a toll on your life
They take a hold on your life
Accepting the love we think we deserve has hit me the worst
Wherever it may be you would like to be accepted
At school
At home
At work
Anywhere, acception is key
Have you ever wondered why people feel the need to be accepted by someone that truly does not care for their being?
It's an indescribable pain
Being unaccepted can taunt your innerself and make you believe you cannot live without
You're mental and physical frame convinces you to believe that you will never be good enough for anything or anyone
Still people chose to hold on and continue to what cannot be
The madness of this is that while we try to spread love we have not recieved it back and we can but not from the people we deeply desire for

People may say what they want about me, sad thing is they don't really know me
In my life there has been pain, it'd be better if I was a girl named Jane
Through life I've learned you are truly alone, no one to really hold, none will last forever
My name is Dominique
I know who I am and what I am capable of
I was raised well and all by my nana's loving self
January 15 at 6:45 this young soul lost the love of her life
by God's grace I survive and I strive
Do not ask me why because I do not know why
This young soul will remain through the toughness and pain
This young soul was created to be strong I suppose
I am a sad soul
I am a lost soul
I am a young soul

What should love feel like?
Should I be discouraged?
Should I be on edge?
Sometimes I feel this should come to an end.
Should love be arguments?
Should love be insecurity?
It's very dangerous if you ask me.
Should it be forgiving?
Should it be all knowing?
Mistakes is a part of love I suppose
But often enough you should receive a rose
Quite frankly I am not enough
But it is as if I can't find someone better?
Perhaps I just haven't meet him yet
My worth is more than a ****** time.
My worth is a lifeline
Is it love? Is it like? Is it lust?
I'm wrapped up.
& I just don't know.

I wonder if you can see Love
I wonder if it exists where you do not know
Does it just float around from place to place?
Or is it beneath you're heart growing in pain?
Does Love mean anything to you at all?
Does my Love grow through you?
I wonder if you know you are loved in every possible way
From the soul of your heart to the feet on your toes
I wonder if you know Love can change you in every possible way.
So.. be free with your Love

You were never good for my soul
But I knew it along
Staying and hoping something would be strong
It turned out to be something that I didn't want
All along I've asked for simple requests and you showed me it wasn't in your best interest
I've given up
From confusion, miss understanding, mis leading and constant fights
I think it's about time we say or goodbyes
I think it’s time I cleanse your skin from mine  
I've had enough
You were someone that I once wanted
That I once thought I could love
But I don't think you're quite enough

I am the wind that whistles through the sky
I am the flower that so calmly leans on life
I am the ocean that flows through & through

I am a soul that searches within  
I am the strongest bamboo growing   
I am the cactus that provides you with water but the same cactus that provides the sharpest spines of warning  

I am the butterfly that soars beautifully & freely
I am the sun that sheds light
I am also the dark moon that dims light

With death comes a 6 sense
Your scent, your tears  
I can feel when I'm all alone in bed
When no one is around you come to me
Your walk, your cough
I can hear when I am lounging around
At 8am on a lonely day I accept