I am broken.
Flawed entity harboring the unspoken.
Lost soul wading in murky over populated ponds.
Colliding with wiser ones and even blondes.
I follow no one but my pen.
The path to unclothing my hidden den.
As I punch my pain onto this keyboard.
Paint moving lessons even when am floored.
I am a woman.
Nothing short of a human.
I reek of perfumed sins.
Holy can never define who I have been.
Lost count of the trials I have been through.
You will be surprised at what the society can spew.
Though I harbor no ill in my heart.
I am the perfect definition of imperfect.
I am a fragile female.
In need of some loving once a while.
To feel love and be loved.
Lust over something I have madly craved.
Solitude might be great but can we cuddle?
Irrespective of how your warmth makes me see in doubles.
Sometimes such a high is a necessity.
To get through this chaotic intensity.
Thanks for coming by.
^^ Black Queen!
Pic from pixabay.