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Sep 2013
Do I bare my soul too much?
Should I leave more room for mystique?
I am not one for half truths and game-play
I am honest and real.

Too open
Too vulnerable
Too needy
Too ******
Too emotional
Too much

Do I drive men away?
Am I scaring them off?
Am I not choosing just the right thing to say,
Instead I say my truth.

It has cost me at job interviews,
I don't do office politics.
Has it cost me in love?
I am not available for love, but I fall.

Have I made that too obvious?
No *** without strings because I have to like him too,
So can he tell, I will probably fall?
I know my readers can.

'My readers' who know my deepest darkest secrets.
Who have seen every 'too' in my life.
No risk of you wanting me now,
Fortunately I can put that down to distance.

You had no idea that if you was here
We would be lovers, did you?
(There I go, sharing too much again?
Kitty Prr
Written by
Kitty Prr  Auckland, New Zealand.
(Auckland, New Zealand.)   
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