I am single. Alone. I have been loved
enough I suppose
too much I propose
Where is my "Pricnce charming"?
My boo, my yearning?
I aspire for more, nevertheless.
I dream to be not just second guess.
I love him, and anyone who will love me.
I can love you if you set me free.
Kiss me with your words,
Make love to me with your voice.
I can breathe you in,
If you let me in.
As always, Emily Johnson
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