In Honor Of Valentines Day Poem Re-post~ Tired, Stressed And Depressed

The following is a poem that I wrote back in 2007. It was and still is dedicated to the man I haven't met yet, the man of my dreams. No words have been changed. No editing has been done. These are purely my thoughts at at very young age. ENJOY!

TIRED, STRESSED, AND DEPRESSED

TIRED, STRESSED, AND DEPRESSED

Wandering when the day will come

That he will see me undressed

Layer after layer of clothing coming off

Layer after layer of clothing that's been weighing me down

Keeping me with sad eyes

Keeping me with a frown

Imagining myself stripping for him

Just wanting him to see the real me

SAD, MISERABLE, AND LONELY

Just wanting the pain to go away

Just wanting him to hold me

Feel me, touch me, grab me, kiss me

Wanting him to be all up on me

Thinking he's the cure to my pain

Thinking he's the one that will stop the rain

So imagining stripping for him

Hoping he'll like the real me

YOUNG, IMATURE, AND INEXPERIENCED

Afraid, but curious of what the world has in store

But knowing whatever I do it's my choice

Just the thought of him gives me butterflies

Wandering if he'd have me so high I'd be touching the sky

To be or not to be

To approach him or not to approach him

Just standing on the sidelines

Imagining myself with him

Hoping he'll like the real me

WATCHING, WAITING, AND CONCENTRATING

Waiting for the right time

When he'll be mine

Seeing him in front of me

Talking to me, hugging me

Holding me oh so closely

He's feeling...

TIRED, STRESSED, AND DEPRESSED

Cause he's been sad, miserable, and lonely

Just waiting for the day he could hold me

Feel me, touch me, grab me, kiss me

Just the feel of his hands caress me

Kills me oh so softly

He is...

YOUNG, IMMATURE, AND INEXPERIENCED

Unsure of what he wants

But willing to see if what he wants is me

So he sits back in a chair

And watches as I undress

Layer after layer of clothing coming off

Layer after layer of clothing that's been weighing me down

Revealing myself to him

That shy and quiet me

The fun and energetic me

The me that's willing to fulfill his every fantasy

AWAKE, DISTRAUGHT, AND HOPING I HAVEN'T BEEN CAUGHT

Feelings for him still intact

But my fantasy of him nobody knows

Until that day

That I strip for him

Layer after layer coming off

His hands caressing me

And killing me so softly

Guess I stay

Tired, stressed, and depressed

While layer and layer of clothing

Keeps me dressed