Her Lonely Story

Another night laying down looking at the light rise

Looking to the left and right for another set of eyes

I wonder many times

How I survived

Having brief moments without satisfaction

Not understanding this mere attraction

And looking for nothing but affection

Discrimination

Is it a part of me to be this willing

To say I’m full when it’s not filling

 To yell to sky I’m alone

And the closest dude answers with a bone

What an undertone

All of this just by the phone

And they wonder why I don’t keep numbers

 Leave the taste of it to my past

And reminisce nothing

Let the feeling pass on my addiction

To curve my body aliments and afflictions

Simple am I

Nothing to call my own

But to call is to wonder

Nothing like the outside thunder

Only to it come and go he always put asunder

Watching my world go up

Being drastic in parts

I can’t remember when doing it was so satisfying

Had someone catering purely to my body

Making me wish this would end

From sun up to sun down and back again

Freedom in a world of chains

Powerful he came

And I lay there thinking it’s all the same

What a shame

Another experience he's tired...done ...thru

And I’m wondering what the job has for me to do

Maybe it’s because I have been trained

Or maybe it’s the man...men...or something

Whatever it is the feeling will pass

And another turn of the hour glass

I lay waste to the lust of my past

And let them consider me as another piece of ass

And maybe I’ll say to them

With it, it’s just another stick

No pleasure just pain

Can’t even embrace something like that again

And lay there wait for clothes to come on

To return to my empty bed wrapped up in a ball

Talk on the phone about another worthless brag

And think nothing of my self

How I out last

Silly of me to be this naive

Silly of me to say that’s not me

Please.......