Rosepedal, (“Jenny from the block”)
It is sad. Even daring myself to think I “could” experience a “romantic life” scares me. I hope I grow comfortable and feel at ease reaching out, moving forward.
Give me some guidance. I want you feeling like you’re on top of the world. You’re an angel in my eyes. All we do is talk the nights away. I spend hours a day every single day praying you, or another hot mama sweeps me off my feet. You living nearby would help a lot. I stay guarded these days because my heart is too fragile. I am way too intentionally vulnerable. I am rough around the edges. Words like “love,” “hoping” and “making amends” seem like a trap. Smiling widely, gets stares and chuckling gets me cold shoulders. I love trying to reach ya. I love my ability to love, care and caress.
Continuously adding confidence to my stature would be appreciated. Thanks!
I hope you find me around the bend, baby and stay within reach. I hope I get a letter one of these days with your contact info enclosed. I hope I can survive with the glowing embers of my heart keeping me warm.