There's always someone's thoughts whispering, calling, reaching, and wanting.
I'm a weird one...the out cast in the corner lest the light be forced on me. Then suddenly I become aglow... Lighting up with false happiness so gold even the richest want more.
The jester, the lover, the listening ear that shoulders the world and more.
All this the illusion the facade hiding the darkness that's me.
I am the kinda girl who prefers men who tend to become possessive, obsessive, and controlling... That primal dominant urge to own protect, own ....... Once was so much more then it is now....
Unacceptable in society today I know.... I can live in my dreams.
Yes I am married.
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