Kimberly (Strothman) Anderson
If I Don'T Write I Will Explode With An Unrequited Heart - Poem by Kimberly (Strothman) Anderson
I have to write, I can't stop. Its within me to be the best I can be.The grief I feel is too prevacive. The only way to get it out is to write. What is my unrequited heart. Is it the mystery/misery
My unrequited heart is miserable without thee until I realize I have found another.
The other is an object of my affection. Not the center of my worship
I love thee with a passionate kiss, a drawing of the wind, pleasure point pursued. I love you with an embrace of the heart.
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