How can I express what i’m trying to hide? How can I make it known without the lie? I met this man that is spoken for. I know his heart is good I feel he deserves more. Oh how I would love to get into his mind. God how I wish he could be mine. A good girl like me is so hard to find. I know I can complement him. I know it all takes time. My oh my how I wish he were mine. If I could only rewind time. She would never exist in his life. For some reason I sense some unhappiness inside. When I met him I knew I wanted this guy. Not in a way of sexual desire. It was his mind that amazed me. His motivation is what I admire. After my marriage I promised myself, if I allow a relationship ever come to be, this man will know how to take care of me.
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I know that I love to write. I can sit here for hours, sit back and just kick it. A healing remedy for my pain. An answer to my doubt. Pen and paper I cannot do without. There are many ways of expressing my thoughts. I cannot help relating what I was taught. It gets so disappointing at times for I am not pursuing all in which I should. So I sit back, write, and dwell on how I know I could. So dazed and confused knowing how much time I’ve allowed to pass. My book will get published when I make this drink my last.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
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