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Fiddlesticks
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Fiddlesticks The Truth the thought the intention  |
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I'm that woman
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Im almost inner proud If all I have is my Faith home pride and Finally I nice pair of earings Everyday lovely
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I know Ollie Ollerton book is going to be a hard read I have never been this age before I made it )0( All for Love or Lust When people dream big My only dream ever was to be Loved and hugged At sunset or moonset I just kept on living Until today I guess it's hard to feel 1000% sic---idal when you have Ollies book in your Hand In 2008 Boris Johnson made me feel like I wasn't stupid for thinking 2014 I met Bear Grylls (he is a Beautiful Man) And in 2017 I met Ollie Ollerton and he was inner kind Even though I knew was suffering being out in Blue Water in my fairy dress to meet a Warrior at his book signing It did it because of how he was One morning he posted a video on Twitter of him doing basic sunrise routine Its was like aahh The Golden sunrise This 1st page has me scared People choose other things Me I want a real hug and person who is better at making things than I am
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I know what I have never had I'm aware
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Hugs come in the form of pills Love letters are prescriptions And Date Night comforted by the words of kind officers
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Life is rubbish When I'm rubbish at everything Besides breathing I'm good at breathing
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I wish The Irony I'm ugly now I was pretty once If only they could see past my avocado face The Irony The Shame my whites are grey my hems look like hem lines walked a lonely path I feel sorry for doctors and officers I'm becoming that woman The dark lady with real hair Looks smelly But in fact The scent of roses and almonds could have never been sweeter It's must be hard for you too I feel sorry for you Men Imagine a beast wanting to become human Just to be loved That's a horrid fate For the Man and the beast To trust is one thing The beast like smiling cotton head that's another
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There's a story of a woman Called Lena Barker...and her stories was A southern American man really wanted her At the time cohabiting between two races was illegal He was an older man and she was a young black lady Despite all he did to her He wanted her In the end the story had it's fate due to the year and Century I think of her story If I met her I'd ask her why didn't you put up with it The difference between feeling wanted and unwanted She had it ...it was strong the attention she received I don't have it Id be happy if ......... I'd be happy to feel such rage and desire directed towards me
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I wish Lena Barker To be honest the spectrum of both tales is harsh Overly wanted to not wanted at all I do think of you I think of you when they put you to *sleep* What must have gone through your head I'd do anything to feel that *-lap* across my face again The Irony of 2020 Pick your pain and run with it
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Imagine I can't say what I wish to say
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It's one of those moments Where it's sad
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There is Nothing kind about being a failed woman
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Honestly. Life is horrible when your World standard ugly All the pills and sunshine can't save me Its called Acceptance
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Domestics Silence Id emBrace the passionate devotion directed towards to me
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Your not allowed to talk to me Your colleagues would be upset with you That Lady friend will scorn you That job you loved would fire you Your parents will cut you out of the will Your The parallel If I'm not allowed to love you Yes The lone lady The she must be a Bitch The WiTCh The real haired lady The well dressed woman in Sainsbury The sacrifice The ugly The mad the bad and Erotically sad The stupid woman The domestic goddess The "why her lady" The pick another woman not her
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I made myself an Urban Cross XxxX In remembrance to who I wish to love this century Spent my life being slapped in the face When I look at myself I know why
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There was a time when I was Lovely Now I'm a Lady full of Tears and Fears Although I just fear I won't witness or hear anyone say how lovely my home is
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I should celebrate the fact I have kept my home lovely For 12 years all by myself And Its unfolding XxxX xxx I will try
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I do more than just run my mouth off I back my chat
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Lena Baker her name is ~ that was it ~ I do think maybe if he didnt use harsh objects it would have been ok ~ I dont know I just know that ~ "im Lady put up with it" & thats like an awarenwss I have to accept about myself like ohhh ~ not the ending of the story its more my lack of human contact would drive me to a danger im willing to accept ~ if it means I do not have to breath alone ~ & thats a different level of Kink all together ~ "I can only imagine"
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