my sadness suffers
wept understanding my tears form
your shadow looms
stoic resolve you don't need me
occult need I’m a groupie in your shade
sorrow gleans information from your silence
jilted passion longs for your touch
but I’m pretty when I cry
you covet my longing
desire my pain
you have to have it
a drug that intoxicates your Sadism
secretly I seethe outside I smile
never one to collect in the shallow end it doesn’t last
and I keen revealing my hurt
sanctity in a moment when you reach out
my blush beams and my sadness falters
sacred art what you do
if you invested too much in me I wouldn’t want you
a game of push pull to keep interest
conquered flesh tantalizes my mind
my intellect sharp from the chase
concedes it’s best this way
my breath catches and I exhale
letting the emotions wash over me
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Monroe, knew some secrets for sure. So many people that had ties to Kennedy got killed. Even Mafia bosses. Fantastic write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you graciously yes she did I really love her 💕
People who cry pretty make me wanna vomit in my mouth (Marilyn would be the exception though). How is that possible?!
I cry so damn ugly, but it feels so damn good afterward. Trade off I guess.
This is so good, Brenda💕
someone once told me I was pretty when I cry and then I heard the song and thought of Marilyn thank you Mary 💕
Oh my goodness, I take that back then, beautiful Brenda💕
it’s okay no worries Mary…it was a long time ago…💕