Sweetness
Here sits sweetness. That is her name. So innocent. So precious. Honest. Loyal. Loved by all. Yet no one would believe she could lie, spit and cause a barn thrashing.
Her real name is unimportant. All women have been her.
Life and love are so raw for her. So rough and abrasive. Yet she stands tall in her weakest moments. Everywhere she goes there is heat either of desire or anger. She knows her skills. She knows her passions.
Yet she lets most lay dormant. She searches for the romantic versions of love and happiness. Yet once she thought it existed. Oh how she compared men in her life to that of this one man. Never did she ever guess that it was an image none could obtain. None.
All fell short.
Yet she still searches. Oh how she yearns.
Time whips her hard. Giving her these life experiences that are severely damaging and yet she comes out with few scraps and scratches. Perhaps a few deep wounds but nothing she cannot heal over.
Some cat call to her. Throwing hateful, nasty labels upon her. Yet if you stood where she did, you would never name her. You would praise her efforts. You would increase her just by being a real friend. Genuine.
Still so many are blind. They only see the sweetness. The silence. The overbearing need she has to help people. The loyalty and her deep passions to clings to.
Oh difficult life can be. Rough. Raw. Damaging. Yet we all have stood our ground. We all have climbed out of our graves. To become a voice that is hard to ignore.
Yes cynical, sarcastic we vibrate. Overpowering and strong. Fierce women who learn from all the experiences, the education we have received.
Freely, you can judge. Yet what do you really know?
Is it not my duty, my joy to show you just how far I can fall? Is it not the brazen way to fight? Sure I hold tight to the images of what I search for. Yet I know none could compare. Too much of a boy to be a man.
Ah how I wished I knew that then. Pushed myself passed all the trinkets, tickles of whispers and the fiery passion. Yet I didn't listen to the echoes inside myself. I learned.
Never will there be an allowance. Never will there be the break of standards. Never will you come that close. Oh I shed the traces of your lies. Rapidly I shake free. Losing the weights I carried. All for hope.
Time.
Time will ease me. I will again search for the power inside of me. Feel the fire blazing. Then, who will calm you when I run you down?
Her real name is unimportant. All women have been her.
Life and love are so raw for her. So rough and abrasive. Yet she stands tall in her weakest moments. Everywhere she goes there is heat either of desire or anger. She knows her skills. She knows her passions.
Yet she lets most lay dormant. She searches for the romantic versions of love and happiness. Yet once she thought it existed. Oh how she compared men in her life to that of this one man. Never did she ever guess that it was an image none could obtain. None.
All fell short.
Yet she still searches. Oh how she yearns.
Time whips her hard. Giving her these life experiences that are severely damaging and yet she comes out with few scraps and scratches. Perhaps a few deep wounds but nothing she cannot heal over.
Some cat call to her. Throwing hateful, nasty labels upon her. Yet if you stood where she did, you would never name her. You would praise her efforts. You would increase her just by being a real friend. Genuine.
Still so many are blind. They only see the sweetness. The silence. The overbearing need she has to help people. The loyalty and her deep passions to clings to.
Oh difficult life can be. Rough. Raw. Damaging. Yet we all have stood our ground. We all have climbed out of our graves. To become a voice that is hard to ignore.
Yes cynical, sarcastic we vibrate. Overpowering and strong. Fierce women who learn from all the experiences, the education we have received.
Freely, you can judge. Yet what do you really know?
Is it not my duty, my joy to show you just how far I can fall? Is it not the brazen way to fight? Sure I hold tight to the images of what I search for. Yet I know none could compare. Too much of a boy to be a man.
Ah how I wished I knew that then. Pushed myself passed all the trinkets, tickles of whispers and the fiery passion. Yet I didn't listen to the echoes inside myself. I learned.
Never will there be an allowance. Never will there be the break of standards. Never will you come that close. Oh I shed the traces of your lies. Rapidly I shake free. Losing the weights I carried. All for hope.
Time.
Time will ease me. I will again search for the power inside of me. Feel the fire blazing. Then, who will calm you when I run you down?
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