Why do I fill my head with these thoughts?
Sometimes I'm afraid I'm too open with people
I don't just let everyone know that nasty side of me but I'm honest
Miss Kitty?
She's Live & well
I talk about beer in 3rd person
Sometimes the thoughts I have are questionable
I can get down right disgusting with the right person
I love my body
My beautifully intricate mind
I love me
But that part of me that wants to be loved
By a soul other than my own
Insists on letting me know
My sins may not be worth forgiveness
Do I deserve to be loved?
Am I cursed to be lonely?
Will my self love be enough?