Loving Myself Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Loving Myself



It was once a house filled with nothing
after years of searching
and I would decorate each room beautifully
I found there was nothing more pleasant
than having an intimate connection
with your own mind, body and soul
filling me like a harvest feast
for once in my life, i felt whole

Monday, June 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: attachment,beauty,freedom,happy,intimacy,lonely,nice,self discovery,self-love,single
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