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Manon Gauthier Poem
Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain,
living a life with nothing to gain,
Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame.
A life without peace with no one to blame.
Do you know of a place unseen,
A place that holds only shattered dreams,
A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight,
I am given this gift each and every night.
Do you know of a place so cold,
This is the place I call my soul,
A place without hope or comforting dreams,
A life not worth living wouldn't it seem.
Do you know of a life that should have never been,
And the feeling that today this life has to end.
One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear,
I am tired of living a life of heartache and despair.
Do you know a person with so much pain inside,
Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries,
Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see,
The only question left will be...
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Initially you were fragrance
Wind used to give me your address
Then you became a name
Streets were known by your footsteps
Then you became eyes
It penetrated my days so badly,
That I had to bury my time
Then…you became a face…and then breasts…
And this expedition cost me my innocence
And before I could have find a trail
A dense jungle swallowed me.
Now you become, home of a naked tribal man
And whenever people shout your name
I become aware of my nakedness.
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Whenever I'm with you,
I don't hear our clothing fall.
nor the change in our breath,
or the neighbors down the hall.
There is no sound in between us
the heat then speaks instead
it dances with us, back and forth
leaving sentences in sweat.
I have never heard hesitance,
or shame when we are close.
I hear nothing but the sweet nothings
that we already know
So to me we lay in silence,
which is strange to all but us
but our true love is deafening
if you listen hard enough.
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Thunder of hooves across the land,
A gallant proud stallion is leading his band,
With grace and beauty they gallop and run,
Enjoying the freedom and warmth of the sun.
They stop and graze on grassy plains,
With only the wind to groom their manes,
No man can govern where they roam,
Fence-less pastures their only home.
Stand proud wild horses with spirit strong,
In man-less land where you belong,
Untamed you gallop on land through sea,
Forever wild ..... Forever free.
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I'm older looking for a healthy relationship if I ever start dating again. I've had my share of crazy and wild girls. There are different type of relationships casual dating, friends with benefits, the person you argue with and rely on make up sex to masked things right.
I'm looking for someone with common interest and I could communicate with most of all able to be myself don't go trying to change me now. I've been open and honest s great quality but its wrong because I guess the girl I dated use to like being lied to
It's easy to have sex with a person the hard part is getting to know a person and being able to understand them. Communication is the key because I don't read minds
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My stomach starts to ache my hands start to shake,
As he draws nearer one last deep breathe I take.
My heart beats fast like never before,
The butterflies tickle and tease till I can't take it anymore.
I begin to tremble as he says hello,
I can feel the blushing of my face start to show.
By looking down I try to hide my fluster,
I reply to his greeting with a soft hello mutter.
With his face so handsome he gives me a smile and a wink,
As he turns to walk away my hearts begins to sink.
So sweet and so kind and he noticed ME,
I feel that he is the Prince Charming for me.
This feeling I have is more than a crush,
when I think about him I get a sudden rush.
Great chills shrill down the back of my spine,
Why oh why, I wonder, can't he be just mine?
In my thoughts he is always in shine,
I wish he was.....my valentine.......
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