A Person without soul!

Something was missing, something was lost. What it was she only knew. She was losing her romantic heart. Where were the kisses that were more than just goodbyes and hello? The morning and afternoon kisses, The after breakfast, lunch, dinner kisses, The "I miss you" & "I care" kiss, The gentle, soft, loving kiss, The long passionate never let go kiss. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was the cause. Her heart was cracking, not breaking. Still the tears wouldn't stop flowing. She felt undesirable. She felt not good enough to be kissed, but once. Where were the hugs that never let go? The ones that just held ya when you felt blue, The hugs that comforted free falling tears, The hugs that needed no reason but just to hold. All she wanted was to feel special. She only felt used, even though she actually wasn’t. She wanted to be able to cry without reason. She wanted strong arms to hold & comfort her. She had lost all hope, all vision. Her soul was dying and she didn’t feel like fighting. She sat in her corner with her precious notebook. It was her silent refuge away from the dangers of life. The one thing that always brought happiness, now only brought sadness. Standing up she took one more look at her precious refuge, and tossed it out the window. People seemed so cruel and misunderstood. They had told her to stop escaping. Her notebook was exactly that: Her escape. She couldn’t bear it any longer. The tears flowed more heavily then before. She wanted to be a person she was proud of. Without her little escape, she was disgusted  with even her own shadow. She decided that perhaps she’ll be exactly what others wanted her to be. To be the person that had no heart and no soul. They merely wanted a business attitude that had no life. No substance. They assumed that she was herself when out and about. They were wrong. The real her came out in her writings, without those she was going to be like the rest. With one last teardrop, she got up from her corner, wiped her eyes, decided to be the way people wanted her to be. A person without soul! ========================================= From: latenite - - - - 2/5/04 WOW WOW WOW WHY do We have to conform to the MOLD that society sets forth? WHY can't We be Our OWN person? =========================================