Longing.

I love to have my soul bruised, pink, black and blue, NOT!
I love to have my psyche perpetually shredded, NOT!
I love to have continual emotional abuse, like tears running down the walls of my soul, NOT!
When am I ever going to get to suck passion instead of lemons.

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  • ganeshgolha on Oct 12, 2010

    Good post

  • ishinimrod on Oct 12, 2010

    I think I’ve gotta sleep but I was awaken by your article.

  • Darrell W Penner on Oct 12, 2010

    Definitely in need of the land of milk and honey!

  • Michael Eboh on Oct 12, 2010

    Great share. I like it too.

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