This is a poem that expresses a world weary Virgo rising who finally found her wisdom by realizing that all is not perfect in love, and is quite content to be alone. Maybe I should just call it Virgo Rising...what do you think?Love's Lost Soul
You see me as love's lost soul:
Scarred heart jarred tight
In bitter juices;
Nerves jagged and splayed
On skin's surface suffer
The lightest touch.
But bitterness is mine!
My cleansing tonic
That dissolves
The dense sweetness
Of sentiment.
And this skin is mine, whole-
Within this armor I'm free,
Not lost, to see the limits
Of your embrace.
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Always Seeking...poetsdream7