My Bossom! - Poem by Flencirose Basera
My bossom churns!
My heart aches!
A kind of pain that hurts so deep inside me!
My body is telling a story!
A tale about what used to be,
A need, a desire that once was quenched
Well now it is but just afading story
Reality is pain
A craving that is so deep but so enveloped by control!
What am I to do I'm just me!
Should I connect with another?
Can I stop judging myself?
Will I be judged by others?
Will it bring more pain and suffering?
How will I ever know?
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