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A New Touch
God leaned over and touched my bed,
No soul will lie with you if motives are left unsaid,
“Come Child” be brave,
You’ll only find weakness in a lover, who’s willing to stay!
I gazed around; my mind began to dream,
Who’s this hero? What’s his story?
He wears the mask; his dreams resembles misery,
He looks deeply into my eyes; a new uncalled for feeling comes over me,
Some are challenging, some I’ve always dreamed,
Some are yet to be seen!
As darkness falls my sole is filled with hate,
Why didn’t anyone tell me that love is a word, and people seek fate?
Why our are minds so selfish, and our hearts so sure,
That I seek the approval of many men before my heart is pure!
I'm frantic as I run foolishly from the words that are left unsaid,
I cut my flesh to know I'm still alive, as death breathes upon my neck!
I walk alone down the trail and choose not to look back,
For everything happens for a reason, though my parents had forgotten to mention that.
I belong to no one, my dreams with no one to be shared,
Tears fall to the Earth while the lava inside my heart evaporates them in the air.
God leans over and gently kisses my forehead,
“I have plans for you child, ignore your addiction,”
“Awake” my child,
Once again, I'm lying here with a stranger in my bed.
So, I’ve been thinking on the topic even more, I wish I knew love outside of sex, I think about it a lot now, what if I hadn’t been the girl who pulled her panties down for the hot guys, and would have it made a difference?
I think sex is like a “downer” in a relationship, it makes people feel obligated to please there partners, and if they don't get that thrill, that wanton of having sex turns you into some kind of monster, and you go out searching for it, longing for that one piece. I cant honestly say that I’ve ever felt the sensation of “making love” I mean yeah I’ve loved guys, and had sex with them, and that’s just it, I HAD sex with them! It doesn’t make me feel like a different person, the one guy that I’ve ever truly loved took sex and turned it into some kind of mother fucking game. It just pisses me off at the same time, what am I supposed to think? I took something so magical and so beautiful and turned it into a fire breathing hell. I’ve turned it into this infatuation, which my minds riots in never ending scandals.
i dunno! Peace out!
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