I’m swaying to the high’s and low’s of the
crescendo’s
swaying and bending
whipping these hips with
confidence
loving what I was blessed with…
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I’m swaying to the high’s and low’s of the
crescendo’s
swaying and bending
whipping these hips with
confidence
loving what I was blessed with…
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The one thing you’ve been consistent at is being inconsistent.
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The lengths we go through just to hear them say ‘I Love you
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How they bless my beauty;
baptizing me in compliments.
But these men use beautiful things;
uproot them and leave them to die on shelves.
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And there she remained
hoping and praying he
would smuggle the stars
into her prison and show
her the way out……
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I am too many things.
-too kind
-too soft
-too loving
-too understanding
-too affectionate
-too sensitive
-too much for ‘Grown Men’
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Where is the shoulder
the lips of love
the hands of safety
when the emptiness turns
into a black hole and
begins to suck the life from me?
—Evy Sutton-
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And this man wrapped Jesus around his shoulders;
he wore him like a robe
baptized on a Sunday morning; I swore
I saw a halo shine above his head
He used Jesus as a reference to my heart
and I accepted that resume with
no reservations– willingly wrapping
my dreams around his.
My first mistake was believing that
made him different…
–Evy Sutton–
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Wild as the desert wind….
I want to write about love. I want to tell you beautiful things about it. But I can only tell you how it hurts when you love the wrong one. I can only tell you about sleepless nights because you can’t hold back your tears from the sting of being dropped off of a cliff, plunging into darkness.
I want to write about love. I want to tell you how much they feel like home. I want to tell you they will fight for you. I want to tell you it’s received with trembling loving hands.
But I can only tell you about lonely nights of doubting yourself and wondering what you did to be abandoned. I can only tell you about re-reading those messages and screaming how you missed the deceit. I can only tell you about how you slowly die from giving love to the wrong ones. I can only tell you that no matter how much of yourself you give to them….they still leave…..
I wish I could tell you about love..but I can only tell you there is no closure…there is no explanation as to why they left you so quick. I can only tell you about loving them the way they want to be loved and how it still ends with your heart broken….and you care too much and they don’t care at all…..
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