I've decided to solely be as a Journal, Poetry, Rant, Story Page.
Each post will be a part of what I'm feeling, thinking, etc along with a short excerpt of a story I'm writing. So if you know me personally don't do anything I might feel the need to speak about because I will.
Soooooo let's just jump right in with today's post. I felt like writing a poem/mini story so here goes.
She dreamt of a man true and strong,
Just like those men in romance novels.
He would defend her honor in daylight,
And send shivers down her body at night.
She dreamt of white picket fences,
Just like everyone on TV had.
The husband that treated her like a queen,
Yet knew how to bring out the temptress in bed.
Yet those young girl dreams were never to be realized. She learned early on that dreams were just a fantasy that dissapeared like a cloud of smoke. There were no men like in the romance novels they are all just boys playing at being those men but never quite being real. That to them getting her to bed was all that mattered and they would tell her they loved her just to get their way. That promises were lies and I'm sorry was just another kind of lie.
She learned that marriage and monogamy were just a trap they used to keep her and mistreat her in one way or another while they did what they pleased. Always with the same belief that it was ok for them but not her.
That's when everything in the young girl died. When living every day was a punishment and she began to pray each day that it would be the day that she would finally have the courage to just end it all.
To be continued..........
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