Sometimes I stand and stare in the mirror and I see a wonderful person,
a true friend, a kind person, a nice looking person
But on other days I see the other side of me
It's not cute, nor adorable, just a plain looking person, with a not so attracted attitude
But, am I really mean, or is it on those days I just want to be alone, and by pushing everything and everybody away from me, is the only way I can get the freedom I need
The room my mind need to expand its horizons, the room my body need to stretch so it too can grow
I'm just misunderstood, because I don’t even understand myself at times
I don't understand society, and society doesn't understand me
I don't know why I say or do the things I do, I just know that I do them, and regret it later
Maybe I ask too much of myself, maybe I should enjoy being the person I am, and stop wanting to be the person I am not, I just should just except myself, for who I am
That way, at least I will understand me, if no one else does
Sometimes it's best to be by yourself in deep thoughts, soaking in the silence of night, while looking at the moon and stars, letting them set the tone of my mood
But then there's the other times, where I wish to have someone who truly loves me by my side, soaking up their essence, while their love seeps inside me
I shouldn't feel bad being a confused person, after all, this is a confusing world we live in


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Calm, is the wind
The morning sun has relinquished its space to the moonlight
The moon drops by to say hello as it soaks in the cool, dark, blue water of the sea
I lie on my cot looking at the stars and visualize your lovely face, painted in the sky
Everything here reminds me of you
The tranquility of the waves, is the same tranquility, you put into my soul
The peaceful rocking of the boat, seems to rock in time, with the peace, you have put in my heart
The twinkling of the stars is no match for the twinkle in your eyes, especially after we have engaged in our passionate, game of love
Being out here I feel like I'm inside a floating sanctuary, just like I feel, when I'm floating deep inside of you
When the calm wind ease pass my skin, it reminds me of your light feathery touch, and the calm of inner peace, you bring to me
The dark glistering sky is nothing more, than a replica of the color of your dark silky hair
The damp air reminds me of the cool damp breaths, you gently blow across my flesh, after your tongue has tested and tasted my skin texture, and of its flavor
Even when I glide my hand over the water top, I think of you
I think of the smoothness of your soft skin, the feel of your loving sweat, as you lay breathless, next to me
I know now why, I so love, being out to sea
Because it's nothing but a perfect reflection, of the love of you, you have put inside of me.

Warm air fills the room
But my body feels cold and empty inside
Cold without your warming love
Cold without hope
Cold without your contiguous
Empty without our dreams
The cold facts that you left me
Has put my mind into a philosophical demeanor
That has turned into despair
I seek the comfort of solitude
The sun shines, I don't see it
Its warm rays, I don't feel it
I walk in the woods blind, seeking solitude
Hearing
Noticing
Touching nothing in my path
I walk without your love
I walk without the comfort you gave me
I walk a lonesome stroll of despair
While my mind seeks solitude
A weeping willow tree blocks my path
It seems to reflect the person I have become
Weak bodied and fragile looking
As it leans with every slight breeze
Its limbs hang as if the weight of the world is on them
I sit down next to it as a reflection of comfort
A bird lands on a tree nearby
But I can't identify it because my vision is blurred
I close my eyes so they can rid themselves of their dampness
Now in solitude, I weep not alone

First it was curiosity
Then I found her full of generosity
The more I gander into her mind
A mirror reflection of me was want I would find
Smart, perceptive, and maybe even sweet
More to the eye, then anyone will ever see
Mysterious, driven, passionate in many ways
Known to be very secretive, especially on rainy days
That's why she has this overwhelming tug on me
And one day we shall surely meet, and then I shall see
This person that has me, so intrigue

Am I the victim or the perpetrator?
Do I wish for too much?
Or, do I accept too little?
Do I compare myself to the bright morning sun?
Or, am I really the evil one, that lurks in the dark?
Is wanting what one will not, or can't give, a good reason to leave?
Or should I stay, and live a life that drags one into more of life misery?
Want it, or not, that's the real question