![]() Choose FirstA Poem by Dream Weaver![]()
She never cared about her own life she put everyone first, choosing all the wrong men to quench her thirst. She was born to please, attached with a curse, she would never find true love, the meaning adverse. She dreamed of a love so refreshing so real, caught up in the moment for a man so genteel. Used and abused for her sexual deeds, she bows her head down and finally concedes. I want a life, she shouted, where true love resides, cascading waterfalls and carnival rides. Kissing with passion caressing with devotion all I ask for is some kind of emotion…
© 2010 Dream WeaverAuthor's Note
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