| I Need A Love I need a love to comfort me, one who is loving and wont run astray. I need a dashing handsome Romeo to come and kiss my sorrows away. Id love to have some good-looking guys arms around me. Telling me things will be OK. A love that will give me a good lay. With all the love and affection two couples give to each other. Tall, Dark, Handsome young fellow. Who isn�t meek or yellow But bold and outgoing. A man with all his muscles showing. A man who will love me for what I truly am. A woman with out a man. I need a love to love me. I need a love who wont flee When something bad is said about me. A partner who will be there till' the very end. If not, whose shoulder should I cry on then? I need a man with ambition class and respect. Not one who is all over every other female. He is out there I bet. Waiting for a women like me. I need a love who will shine thru all the darkness surrounding my life. I need a love that will one day want a wife. Not a roamer who just can�t sit still. Looking in every windowsill. I need a love. Sent from above. A man tailored to what I need. We should fit together like Adam and Eve. I need a man not a boy. Who will use me like last weeks toy. One who knows how to work a woman�s body. A man who is a total hottie. I need a love, to fit like a glove. All for me, I surely will not share him. I need a love to wait on me on the drop of a pin. The burning in my soul cannot burn forever Without a man I am not together. I know it�s all in God's plan. I need a love, which comes from a man. ~Kassie |
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| Unloved A man commited to a women for life. This man has taken up a wife. But also her child. He hasnt taken care of one in a while. He doesnt love her like his own. Because his kids are away and grown. Yea he takes care of all her needs. But what about love, this will he heed? To her is he not a father. He can be cold like Hitler or Stalin. Her humanity is fallin. She feels unloved. Is he burdened with this girl? Or does he think of her as the world? She calls him dad. But in her heart she is mad. This word dad should be earned. Yet she says it as she has been learned. But he will never be a real father. And she will never be his real daughter. Two people living in the same house. Crawling around each other's emotions like a church mouse. This fragile relationship bonded without glue. Will he take her cue? He talks to her without any love. She talks to him and gives her shoulders a shove. Then each one loses respect for one another. The mother is caught in the middle; child or lover? Mother feels frustrated and says nothing. Why did he have to die? Why cant he be alive to love me because I am his own. Maybe I will understand this when Im grown. But for now my heart is broken in two. And all my life I will feel blue. ~Kassie Edwards |