I will not beg you To be a part of me So, I'll set you free To traverse the wild and discover Perhaps many lovers Who have the time to groom And time to teach you A thing or two About love and devotion How to share your thoughts and emotions Because I don’t have the time Nor the inclination To groom a boy into a man I have made my last donation Simona A. Brinson
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I cannot love you
Into loving me
No matter how I try
I can't love you anymore
Nor can I love you any less
Seems I have poured out more love
Than you can bear
Like a tank
You are full of my love
And empty all the same
It puzzles me
How this can be
How can love like manna flow
And be siphoned so quickly
Could it be that your tank
Is really a sieve
Ne'er the place
That love could live
Simona A. Brinson
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If I could live
A thousand lifetimes
In each instance
I'd choose you
But not even in this one life
Have you ever chosen me
Seems you had places to go
And other things to do
Though I gave you my heart
And laid down my soul
You walked away
Without looking back
Unconcerned with my feelings
Or my dismantled heart
Or how into my body
My soul I'd repack
Not even in this lifetime
Have you ever chosen me
So, in this lifetime
I'll set me free
I'll go places
And do things
I'll live out my dreams
I'll spread my wings and fly
Signed,
The Final Goodbye
Simona A. Brinson
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Sweet baby girl Who wouldn’t hurt a fly Stayed in a relationship And as the years went by He beat her and he beat her Into submission Now she has a condition From which there is no remission She talks to people Only she can see And has conversations From A to Z My sweet baby girl Who wouldn’t hurt a fly To your former-self I say goodbye I say hello to Your new form of being And embrace the world Only you will be seeing Simona A. Brinson
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I was the clown Behind the glass I don’t want to sound Brutish or crass But those days are over You can kiss my ass From east to west And west to east I will no longer be Just a piece of meat To be groped or ogled As if on display I am not today's catch Or this evening's entrée Simona A. Brinson
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I am closing the door on Hidden truths And family lies Unrequited loves And soul ties Yesterday's fears And broken hearts No more down in the dumps I'm making a brand new start Better days lie ahead With skies clear blue I may even make space For love anew But as for now I'm content In the silence of solitude For which God Has so graciously sent Simona A. Brinson
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There goes my heart Running away with him Heart, Come back to me Heart, There are things you can't see And things you don’t know Or can even comprehend He is heartbreak And he is deceit He'll write you checks Without giving receipt Heart, Come back to me Simona A. Brinson
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Don’t call me! Don’t text me! Don’t check to see how I'm doing! I am lost to you now So, don’t come looking There is no amount of searching That you could ever do To find me again I am as lost to you As Livingstone is lost in the heart of Africa Simona A. Brinson
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When woe arrives She instantly seeks sanctuary In the secret chambers Of her soul Where the only sounds To be heard Are the echoes of Self-love: "You are kind!" "You are smart!" "You are beautiful!" "You are strong!" "You are daring!" "You are worthy!" "Keep being the best you that you can be!" "God only made one of you. You are a one-of-a-kind unique!" Simona A. Brinson
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