Seperate me

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    Seperate me

    What do you see when you look at me? Is all you want is to pleasure me? You belong to another! I could'nt possibly fulfill you completely.
    You don't know you, how can you know me? You see what you want to see, but honestly is it really me? You hide from everything and run holding your fear. I say once and for all step out of that shadow and stand tall!
      As for you, I don't even knpw where to begin. My life has been long, as you know from the days. I've leaned and braced myself against you like a stone wall to hold me up. The needs deep inside were craving terribly. In satisfied the security. The touch reached deeper that day in peaceful air. I know what will happen and its expected to be. I dont' know that my eyes are not blinded so that I can not see. And in truth be tild. I've always turned a blind eye and let you be... It's easier for me.
       I'm mixed and split with all thses emotions deep bubbling inside. Looking for clarity and understanding. I'm pulled in so many directions. I'm afraid I'm going to explode.
    Then, what will happen when I'm standing here alone?

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    Teardrops commented on Seperate me

    06-19-2010

    You have to pick its not fair to keep them guessing . The one who captures your heart . Loved the poem Marie

    ThatGurl

    06/19/2010

    But thats the thing they all have a peice of my heart and they're leaving mre guessing.. Not the other way around.. More like and explination rather then a plee..

    alb29oclfl commented on Seperate me

    06-19-2010

    this reminds me of the line in a song "torn between two lovers "

    ThatGurl

    06/19/2010

    three actually... Not "lovers" but close enough..

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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