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Fallen down from fear
I don't wanna disappear
I'm stumbling around
Speaking without sound
Distraught by tragedy
I can't even imagine me
Anymore

Constantly fighting
Myself for despising
Myself for not staying strong
I've forgotten my song
What's most terrorizing
Is hardly recognizing
That the woman in the mirror is myself
It's a bit difficult writing poems opposite your mood. I love a good challenge  ;)  lol
Like judgement without a stone
A man without a home
You were there

Like a cat without a mouse
A teenage girl without a louse
You were there

Like a hunter without a gun
Like bare skin without the sun
You were there

Like a politician without a crime
Like warfare without a dime
You were there

An unwavering sea
With the weapons to hurt me
You were there

Making love to my soul
Love able to fold
You were there

Standing with power
Rescued me from my tower
You were there

Refusal to use
Tools that abuse
You were there

Like a plague that was shared
Like true love loud declared
You were there
Yet it never showed
We stole it from you
It's been bestowed
Pouring Down
Sopping Wet
Upon us now
Winter's regret
Flowers will come
Spring in love
Sun sparkling through
Blue clouds above
I love warm rain
She feels the same
Mother Earth
My naked search
Gifts we offer
Her every day
Praying more rain
Will come our way
First Verse Titles <3
Raw Me
Raw Feet
Raw Meat
Raw Feed
Raw Seed
Raw to me
Raw to she?
Raw
Live happily
He snores asleep
She dreams awake
She takes sleeping pills
For dreamer's sake
Sunrise will come
Much too soon
While she lays wake
With the moon
Her other lover
Gray shades of blue
Her sun-lit partner
Loves her too
There she sits
Unknowing
How I long
For her lust
Jaded by love
The inability
To trust
All there is
Love is not
Throw the die
Give in to it
Experience pleasure
Like never before
More of me she'll want
More of her I'll lure
I like to play so many games

I'm just a little girl

I'm a 21 year old woman

Welcome to my naughty world!

So many men have tried to play

But no one ever wins

Before you can even enter start

You must commit at least two sins

They try so hard and sweat and tear

But each one lands on trouble

That's the box where they fall in love

And their hearts grow to double

I'll feel a little bad

Because I'll know they'll be sad

But it's not my fault

They ****** up when they fell in love

And now their turn is over

Their game is done.
I wrote this poem 10 years ago. Oh how time flies and we all evolve as individuals ;)
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