How does one do it? I keep asking myself this. How does one keep starting over? Failure after failure after failuare. I am a woman with so much passion and love. I have the desire to please any man whom chooses to love me unconditionally. But here I sit again, all alone, on top of a mountain. You would think that the view from my home up on this mountain would bring peace to anyone's heart, but my heart feels nothing but loneliness and fear. I am afraid no one will love me. My chance of that one life-long love has passed me by.
Monday, November 2, 2009
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