Naked and exposed,
Walls once built to defend a fragile heart,
Now crumbled and deralict,
Reopened wonds of past hurt,
Irritate like an unreachable itch,
Eating away and festering,
And yet naked and exposed,
You close your eyes,
Exploring your sensual inner desires,
All from the power of an ‘if only’ thought.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
Yes! Exactly this.
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Lost for words, other than thank you.
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You?? At a loss for words? Oh dear! That can’t be a good thing! 😉
And thank you is more than enough. I’m the one who should thank YOU for writing and sharing. I can’t ever get enough.
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Very well written 😃
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Thank you Esther 😊
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I wonder what those wounds are. That would make an interesting sister poem.
Thanks for the read. Enjoyed it!
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Thank you Jake. Maybe one day I reveal what my scars represent.
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