Feelings
I sit here at another cross roads, wondering what to do.
I know what loss is far more than joy.
I have lost so many times trying to start a new life.
Some things remain the same, I am always called a fool.
I have been told that I am never satisfied with anything.
I have been told that I allow too much to slide.
I have been told that I expect unrealistic things, and so on.
I never say anything in return, to all of the things I am told.
I do feel love and pain, sorrow and joy.
I do need companionship, and friends, a purpose and hobbies.
I am a Man as well as a Master.
Why can no one see the real me.
The romantic, sensitive, loving, caring, me.
Am I not allowed these feelings because of who I am.
Must I forbid the slightest pleasure in my life.
I was asked tonight what would make me happy.
It Dumb founded me to answer of uncertainty.
So to everyone, who asked me what would make me happy.
I want a slave that is committed to me completely.
One that wakes up thinking about me and goes to bed to dream of me.
One that choices not to live without being at my feet.
One that puts my desire and my happiness first.
One that I can trust and honor as my property.
One that knows that my honor is who I am.
One that accepts me for me and helps me grow.
I want a slave who is true of mine and spirit and soul.
This is what would make me happy.