An Empty Shell But Not For Long

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An Empty Shell But Not For Long


I’m hurting, crying and empty inside
A shell abandoned on a stony beach
I fell to earth. I had fallen for you
Captivating me with your words and compassion
So deep was your love that it held no bounds

You were nearly at my reach, so close
At night I felt you with me
Your fingers upon me, stroking me so
I heard your quiet, soft whispers
A reassurance from you

Oh how I waited, for the day to come
My Sapphic innocence to be taken by you
Fantasies and games that intoxicated me
On my knees, on all fours, giving myself to you

Needing and wanting you, a feeling so sure
I’ll give up all men as you’ve shown me the light
To hold you, to stroke you in such a soft way
To see your breasts rise and fall at the start of each day

A love that I felt that would never die
I longed to see the emerald in your eyes
Your gorgeous red hair that spiralled down
Wanting my fingers to entwine in your locks

Then came that day, just 3 weeks ago
Reading your letter, my heart tore in two
You took my dreams and threw them away
Away went my mistress, my lover and girlfriend

As I got to the end I saw the real you
No breasts, no red hair, no emerald eyes
An artist of con, that’s what you are
Emptying my soul and stealing my hope

But alas there is justice in all this deception
In all your dishonesty you fell for me too
I have to move on but where are you?
In your own little world, tormenting yourself
Anger, remorse has all set in
A deep regret that you were not true

One day I know, my heart will mend
A real woman will come, and show me the way
A girlfriend, a mistress, who knows but I
But with love, affection and passion inside
This shell will fill and come alive

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AnonymousAnonymousover 14 years ago
Not alone

I know that hurt and emptyness all so well. With the exception of your discription of her, you discribed the very con that I went through....wow! PS. You'll find someone, I did.

duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
yearning

Someday there's going to be someone new ~ to complete me and fill my life with happiness.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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The Sapphic world can be as cruel as the hetero one.

noebodenoebodealmost 20 years ago
I'm sorry

Sorry to hear what happened...hope you find what you're looking for (for real) soon

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