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Men, and Me

It all started so long ago When I was sixteen, seventeen years old Parental, marital disaster I'll share my life unfold Entering into my teens And meeting an older man Sixteen years to be precise My first love, years did span My parents were dead against this Over the months they troubled me so I was young and so in love Allowing my feelings to grow Year upon year followed My first in my distant past He took from me what he wanted For knowing it would not last Finally I meet a guy Whom loves me like no other Parental, marital disaster Once again absorbed in their smother Into an abyss I enter Stressed out to the max Wondering will I ever recover Loyalty in me lacks I wander in my mind Desiring another than he I stray, it's wrong, I own up What is wrong with me I'm now in the present Another has walked into my life Everyday is like another hour Stressing is my daily strife I'm like the face on a clock Different all the time As I run from one to another Men and me, I undermine http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-15.php

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Date: 9/7/2014 11:14:00 AM
Guess our parents can find it difficult to accept our sexuality or our partners - brave write James. Hugs Jan xx
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Jan Allison
Date: 9/7/2014 11:32:00 AM
Know friends in a similar position James sometimes it can work and they have incredibly long and happy relationships:-) hugs jan xx
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James Fraser
Date: 9/7/2014 11:27:00 AM
This was written about someone I knew a few years back. She was 16 and she fell in love with a guy aged 29 - James
Date: 9/1/2011 5:19:00 AM
Oh, to be young and in love with an older man... never ends well does it darling?
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Date: 8/27/2011 6:06:00 PM
Sorry I did reply but for some reason it would not go through. I really like your poem. I think you are allowing how other "may" feel affect how you really feel. You need to stay honest with yourself, parents are not living your life. You are. Take care. Lee
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