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May 2012
The  vintage suitcase smells musty
As I Look through all the pictures and postcards strewn about on the floor
I start to collect the memories of it all
The astonishing travels as well as my inner fight
Leaving and making a home where ever it feel right
The relentless of the hustle of it all
My lipstick is smeared my hair is a mess
My dress is torn and tattered I feel so warn
Body longing  for a touch that would linger for awhile
Their  were times I felt I had it all
But most of the time I just don’t recall
The loneliness of the road
Smoking cigarettes one right after the other
Tasting the harsh whiskey on my tender tongue
All the men that would come and go
Telling  me I can’t commit
What do I have to lose?
I say just go
See my mind is desperate and damaged
I can’t even breathe
Why do I need?
I gather up my broken heart
Place it in my hands crumbling  to my knees watching the remains of me
As I float into the air
Spent my time trying to repair  
Trying to escape this weakness in my eyes
I awake to your  face up against mine
I reach across to touch you
Are you mine?
I’m trying to be strong
Yet I feel so wrong
What has happened to my faith ?
I want to be happy I want to be free
I feel as though I’m falling from the place
Now where do I go when their  is no space for me
Only love can heal this core of mine
Only love tastes sweeter than your wine
Only love can confirm my fears
I want to touch you for awhile have you near
Caress the softness of your skin
Take your lips trace the contours on my face
Take me hold me tightly feel my hips
Leave your damage  on my heart
I want to feel something give me hope
In the shadows reach for me
Feed me the fluids from your body
I want to be your need and your disaster
Strewn around like old clothes and photos
Forgotten about and very seldom worn
In the final moments when my heart is set free
Then you will slowly remember me
The taste of my lips the smell of my perfume
The way my hair would fall
As we laid  under the moon
Your fingers dance across my breast
Teasing and tempting me
You pull me near to rest
My mind is drifting its  trying to find ease
All I can think of is you on your knees
Defeating my body as I have no fear  
What happened to all the years?
When did my youthful alive soul disappear?
I close my eyes go to that night
Pretend for a moment that its alright
Flawless Contradictions
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Flawless Contradictions  45/F/Michigan
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