And just for thought...
My sheets smell of only me, no cologne to whisk me away into slumber,
just my own scent to take me into whatever answers lie in my dreams.
When I remember, I can't decipher the cart wheels, always over analyzing,
never getting any further then the objects themselves.
No man is needed in this household but want and need are two different things.
Thoughts lost to the slight 4th of July buzz I got going on,
leaping from one random episode to the next, a chapter ends.
Lovers kiss above my headboard, envy comes from those prints I decided to hang there.
Why can't a man grab hold of me like that?
Moments of passion long gone for me.
I could dial a number or two, I suppose, find the man for right now
but my hand remains still, just continue with this rant instead.
No man can ever complete me, not like the way they do in movies.
I'm already full of myself but a man could certainly entertain me,
bring out the more tender side of that I only let my daughter see.
Kiss me, that's all it will take for me to know what kind of man he is, I think,
but I was fooled just last week.
Why can't a man just sweep me off my feet already?
Oh that's right, my feet are too far planted into my own stubborn ground.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.