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Doom is Gloom

I have always been the romantic type.

I have always wanted men by my side.

But they have left my life because nothing would ever happen to make them stay.

Most men that I have known are immature.

Surely romance with men is doom.

Doom that only ends in a gloomy soul.

Do I truly wish for summers of endless men?

I am woman.

I know how to make a man fall under my own seductive powers.

It would be so easy for me to keep them hooked in my talons.

I have taught myself the art of attracting gazes of men for years.

Ahh, I dare say that many men have gazed my way;

That black eyeliner and wine colored lips are worthy of gazes wanted or unwanted.

Men have always interested me,

But I have ran far away from that interest and I cannot understand why.

There are plenty of unknown reasons for my reasons.

My spirit is so free willed and fiery that I do not wish to be told what to do and exactly what not to do by men.

If I am to find a man;

I wish for him is to be like me.