Discontent
He took away his touch
and at first I felt relieved
I bowed down to god
for taking that selfish
bastard away from me
But after a while
I grew sad
It's weird to say
but his touch
caused happiness
now that it's gone
I'm forced to search
for more entertaining activities
which will only please me
to a certain degree
It's makes me mad
that men have this
strange affect over me
Does it make me weak
that my happiness is
jepordized when
the male decides to leave?
Why must I continue to dream
about soft caressing touches
and about falling in love
is this all my heart cares about?
I wonder as I wonder.....
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