Hi, My Sugar Plum Peeps,
Just a poem this time...
Her
Yes she is a little
yes she is a sub
But no, she's not your doormat
Not this day, not none
She didn't do this. You did
She didn't make you do anything.. You did
The flower you held, you burned to ashes, crushed to dust
You felt the sting of her saying goodbye
The crushing of her locking that door
For once she wasn't choosing another
But to be the lover of her own.
She didn't this, you did
She knew the lifestyle and this wasn't it
She knew deeper than deep
Who she was and this wasn't it
She thought she knew who you were
But smoke and mirrors is all she got
Poof you're there and then you're gone
Time and again you raised up in anger
Ripping at her soul
And your empty apologies she always took
Cause they would make her fold
For she loved you deeper than another
But not deeper than herself
So now you get to watch her from her rear playing in the benders of your mind her...
Laughing and loving another
Kissing and fucking the other
But once upon a time you held
Her mind and soul, her love and touch
Her devotion......
....... Her.....
But once, you saw her
And now you don't
(Q.R)
Xoxo
Just Thinking Out Loud
~In Search of Truth~ 💋
