Just like the tumble weed that rolls across the empty desert floor…unsettled was her
ability to love compassionately and just like the winds that blew during a ragging storm at sea…unsettled was her heart in its ability to believe in a real love that could ever be, like a broken record she always seemed to missing out in what a real love could or might ever really be, instead she stayed focused on distorted dreams of what an abuser said a real love should be.
So, many dark clouds that had passed in and out of her life over the years had distorted her reality and robbed her of the visions to see, what a real love could be.
She spent the rest of her life in a bottle and locked inside self imposed prison by her passed lovers and unsettled but not by me. A foolish person always wants to have everything without out putting in the work. A truly blessed and wise person accepts and works hard to keep what they have and hardly ever wants for nothing but they get it all in the end.
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