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A Phase Of Hopelessness In Regard To Love A Poem
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A Phase Of Hopelessness In Regard To Love A Poem I have phases Where I think All hope is lost. Where I think I will never find The love I wish And want. When in such a phase My heart is held Much more securely In my chest Not on display On my sleeve For others to see How uncharacteristic of me But this way It has to be If only temporarily. I can wallow For what may seem Years and decades When in actuality It is only days and weeks For my loving need Is not a dead thing But one that lives And breathes. I have lots of exes They are tucked away Some not safely Some eek out Some ooze like blood When a scab is picked. Such exes they had Their chance to grow And sprout Become a stalk Worthy of Jack But instead Go the other way And elicit The squat euphemism. I may be a pushover I may be one to wish Upon a flower And blow it's petals Reciting he loves me He loves me not. But I am also not A neophyte Or totally naive Who believes that Is the final say In what is to come. So phase of love That I am enduring now I will take what you Have to show I will learn your lesson If only to have need Of a refresher course In the future After I rebound And find another love That occupies me for a spell. I guess I am not Hopeless after all. And this poem Defeating the initial premise. Giving hopelessness The heave ho Into the emotional waste bin. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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Such powerful words this morning hun, and I hope you find that true love that will be everything you want and will give you what you desire.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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I think we all go through a phase when we think everything is hopeless. If we are lucky it does not last very long and we soon move on to brighter horizons. I hope yours turn out to be brighter than bright!
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In love you orbit your own deep feelings a comet soaring sometimes to outer reaches then swinging back what brilliant light you cast such beauty in the sight of a comet pursuing love under stars and above of a comet pursuing love. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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"The only place you're sure to find love is at the end of a letter from your mother." - Bruce Lansky
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ah....I feel this too. But do not express it quite in so lovely a way as you have. Hang in there! "Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax." – Mark Black
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