She feels no need to sell herself,
make a case of who she is,
he wants her,
craves her voice and touch,
his warmth consumes
the doubt within.
Emily ©
The Melancholy Spitfire
my voice through poetry
my voice through poetry
She feels no need to sell herself,
make a case of who she is,
he wants her,
craves her voice and touch,
his warmth consumes
the doubt within.
Emily ©
Powerful poem. It disturbs me. I am touched. Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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