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Vonda Overlie Poems
Oh bodacious booty for years I have detsested thee. The object of ridicule in those puberic years. I have hidden you and starved you in hope you would disappear.
I pledge allegiance to my abuser, with incredible terror he reigns. Holding me captive by hearts emotions, not responsible for my pain. Beat me, cheat me, utterly defeat me, I will worship at your feet.
The shoemakers daughter has no shoes. Lost The breadmakers daughter has no bread. Lost
My body yearns for you, craving your hungry touch. Igniting a fire within me I never wanted you so much. My passion continues to bulid, You take me to the very top
Listen to Your heart
My heart prepared me for this day It somehow knew.
Wild, uninhibited free to be me. Not wanting to conform to the image of a 'Mom' I am a woman. Desire burns in me.
You wait around every corner, looking for a point to strike. Hoping I have my guard down and my life is filled with strife. You never soften your punches, It hurts more and more each blow.At times my heart feels so heavy, and the blood is hard to flow.
Yielding to the ghosts of the past that haunt me, My mind is filled with schemes, Words that should have been said.
Clear mind, clear thoughts? How does one lose their mind? Think on these.. truth, honesty, purity, lovliness, good reports, if there is virute and things deemed worthy of praise... think on these!
A friend in Need
Alone. Noone to talk to. Alone. Noone to confide in. All have betrayed.
What dreams are made of
Swimming in the Darkness
You are lost in your mind seemingly no way out, glorifying the darkness. Screaming you are free cause you've reached the shore only to dive back in and beg for more.
This morning I felt your warmth as The sunlight touched my face. As surprising as it came, it was gone. The feeling will linger if I shut my eyes, I can still feel your touch.
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Oh bodacious booty for years I have detsested thee.
The object of ridicule in those puberic years.
I have hidden you and starved you in hope you would disappear.
Forever faithful you stayed behind me.
You are now all the rage, for the time being.
Approving glances have made you feel loved.
Can I now give you the love you so highly deserve?
Can I finally accept you for what you are?
Robust and round with a life of it's own.
Bask in your glory for a new day will come.