At the end of the day, I just want to belong. In somebody's arms, I want to feel strong. Even when all things go wrong. Find me that somebody to whom I belong. Someone who is willing to be near me. When I lose my figure and body. When wrinkles begin to say 'wassup', He tells me 'you're beautiful, so shut up'. When my hair begins to grey. A man who truly says and means 'it's okay'. And when my eyesight begins to weaken. He still sees me emerging as his beacon. And when some of my teeth fall away, He'll smile at me lovingly anyway. Because to him, I taste like raw nectar. And I'll always belong in his sector. Someone whom I can trust blindly. Enclosed in a room full of vixens so pretty. Fights the conflicts within his heads. Eventually choosing to come home to me instead. At the end of the day, I just want to belong. In somebody's arms I want to feel strong. Even when all things go wrong. Find me that somebody to whom I belong. When my pockets are full or empty. And I can no longer live a life of plenty. Find me that one who'll stand beside me. Like a firmly rooted redwood tree. A somebody who understands. That we are merely grains of sand. We come naked and empty. And go, leaving Chanel and Fendi. Even if the world turns against me. I'll have one hand calming me. Always forgiving my wrongs. Just because we belong. And when the skies turn dark. And my predators get nearer and bark. To feel his gentle whisper. That will take away all fear. Someone who rekindles my faith. In God and humanity with no debate. By being a reflection of God's love. My perfect size of glove. At the end of the day, I just want to belong. In somebody's arms, I want to feel strong. Even when all things go wrong. Find me that somebody to whom I belong. Oh find me that someone. Who consoles me when I come undone. In whose arms I can return safe. Despite all others mocking my face. I want to possess this one. Share him with none. I want to own and possess. His heart and faithfulness. I will take care, fuss over you and obsess. If you only give me all of your faithfulness. We could have openness and honesty. Genuine communication with no complexity. They say men are only as faithful as their options. So don't expect them to have a conscience. Fidelity and monogamy, are only a creation of society. But I want this one all for me. Every inch of his body must belong to me. And his heart and innermost thoughts he shares with nobody. Those are all things I possess in exclusivity. Like a property demarcated with a fence. If you're mine, I'll come to your aid and defense. I'll fill every vacuum of void. I don't believe in all of the theories of Sigmund Freud. I want to possess this one. Share him with none. I want to own and possess. His heart and faithfulness. All of my life, I've been searching. That only left me broken and purging. Is it really impossible to belong and possess? Or over juvenile wishes, I mistakenly obsess! -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved
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