battle scars

i am a woman tattered and torn

the years of life have not always been kind

I weep for love lost, and love found

my soul cries for love yet undiscovered

My skin aches from his lack of touch

and my eyes are blury from the tears

he stares at me as words of truth and sadness spill from my lips

lips that have so long been unkissed

kisses of sweet surrender

passion fuled, lust filled kisses

My distain for this life edging to the surface

My flesh marked by the scars

not from blades and knives

but from the empty sadness that fills the once loved places

places where lips once laid kisses

where fingeres once traced the curves of my flesh

a now barren and empty land

i am a woman tattered and torn

covered in the battle scars of a infertile life



  1. November 27, 2012 at 6:27 pm

    Life is not a rehearsal. Be brave, be bold, be strong. It is yours, go out and get it.

    • loneyheart said,

      November 27, 2012 at 6:29 pm

      every day is a step forward. Building my bravery, my courage to step into the sun. I just hope it does not take the same amout of time to exit as it did getting here. i dont have 23 more years in me.

      • November 27, 2012 at 6:31 pm

        Step out into the sun anyway. The exiting can be done when it is warm and certain on your shoulders

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