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Another day alone upstairs, just my keyboard and my mind,
The only ones left to consider these dark thoughts that I hold.
In my solitude, I explore my hidden dreams consigned
To those unexposed recesses of my heart… where secrets rest untold.
I visit these unbridled thoughts, to embrace desires (at least some)
For those who made me seek the dark (for my passion and my pride)
Made me run with fantasies in my heart… to this point where I have come.
So, here I rest in solitude, in my private place… where a soul can hide.
In my reflection, I detest them, these weakened moments in my life.
Times, when relenting to childlike passions, times when I give in
To my selfish dreams unfettered, dreams fulfilled and rife
With all those boundless climax moments of a world bereft of sin.
Secret me and secret you– we stumble in our self-made dark.
Keeping others from those thoughts that we, ourselves, deem wrong.
While the world goes on un-noticing, every falling leaf… each lark
And we create these lonely places… where only we belong.
Solitude can be one’s best friend.
Nothing will be gained by considering that. You are a good and valued person. I suggest some retail therapy is needed to chase the blues away. Why not visit your favorite lingerie store for a new bra and panty set. The go try on that very feminine skirt suit you have been looking at for week and don’t forget to finish of with some new heels.