The *** of being unowned
And lost
And unloved
Is the worst type of ***
The submissive with no one to submit to
The yearning submissive that loses hope
In everything
Everyday
The feeling of some sort of spark
Has long gone
And she ***s she will never feel it again
And each time a new conversation starts
she thinks that he is like the others
No spark is felt
The tiredness creeps in
And the motive to give up is stronger than ever
Effort fades, and you go forever before you have the courage to reply to a message
She asks herself is it’s worth it
She contemplates if she’s worth it
Worth anything
Besides the lone submissive
With no purpose, and no home.
“She was an electric white noon shadow moon
casting cold light like water over the flat earth
don’t look into the sun they say, but the moon
he stared until he was nothing
but a bleached bone monument beneath her
human ruins of a mad man’s love.”
I yearn to be the woman who makes a sweet beautiful home filling it with love, prayer, and purity. Doing something better than anything else my hands could find to do beneath the skies
“you’ve got my body flesh and bone, the sky above the earth below, nothing to say and no where to go a taste of the Devine.”
The *** of being unowned
And lost
And unloved
Is the worst type of ***
The submissive with no one to submit to
The yearning submissive that loses hope
In everything
Everyday
The feeling of some sort of spark
Has long gone
And she ***s she will never feel it again
And each time a new conversation starts
she thinks that he is like the others
No spark is felt
The tiredness creeps in
And the motive to give up is stronger than ever
Effort fades, and you go forever before you have the courage to reply to a message
She asks herself is it’s worth it
She contemplates if she’s worth it
Worth anything
Besides the lone submissive
With no purpose, and no home.
“She was an electric white noon shadow moon
casting cold light like water over the flat earth
don’t look into the sun they say, but the moon
he stared until he was nothing
but a bleached bone monument beneath her
human ruins of a mad man’s love.”
I yearn to be the woman who makes a sweet beautiful home filling it with love, prayer, and purity. Doing something better than anything else my hands could find to do beneath the skies
“you’ve got my body flesh and bone, the sky above the earth below, nothing to say and no where to go a taste of the Devine.”
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