Help me through...
Out here on my Own On my own In the stillness of my sadness With my delicate ambience Of clouds and oceans I feel the softness of my being My own arms Feels silky satin on my skin It is my own female touch When I long for masculine adoption Male stare that ebbs my fears Compassion’s glare Dawning on the fullness of my emptiness I was walking lost like a ghost In the prairie of the unknown ghetto My fright, dark as the night I closed my eyes… And there I was By your side Snuggled up like a child... Sign in to see full entry.