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| Passion, lust, desire, a longing for love no longer encase me. Words of men's spoken caring, no longer touch me. The readiness to be involved in something so rare, seems yet a memory. Dreams once held, have become nightmares that make me cold. Warm blood that once ran through my veins, now replaced by cold shallow water. As I grow older life's trials seem meaningless, no beginning and no end, such a waste of time. A heart can only beat with strength, when guided by force, something I refuse to carry in me. A loved women, now only to be seen as a dark monument of what once was. I face the mirror with hate for the women I see, the women I have become. Keeping safe, unwilling to love, holding myself out of reach, like fantasy so far from reality. Shinning eyes that once saw, have become darken black stares. The once pretty smile, replaced by a frown of inevitable self pity. Passion that burned like embers of a cold nights fire, have died and turned to ash. I am no longer me, instead accepting who I have become to be. |
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| written by justleftheaven on 5-7-02 |
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