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I long to caress the security of love
long to muster the fragrance in its rarity
anxious for the after the meeting
establishing common feelings 

my scars seem to bleed whenever
i am too intimate with another soul
screaming and shouting, my heart
always sways in the unknowing

i have dated the various
men who gained trust
men who hid it
men who played for money
men who didn't

i have encountered the emo guy
the familys' pride and joy
closest one to date
man who wanted me to produce a little boy

but they all have ended
as tragedies in a show of lost patience
nurtured tears reside here forever
wheres the hearts mending through any endeavors ?

like an animal looking for prey
the hungry searching for food
i long to have awaited 
security in loves domain