Find me between pages one and two,
Where nothing but I exist,
Find me like the green in blue,
As I always live in the midst.
Meet me when rivers kisses the skies,
A place when two things form into one.
Or when fire makes love to the ice,
Two different things destroying none.
Search for diamond face & celtic feet,
I'm the mixture of my family gene.
Paradox street is where we'll meet,
As I'm an old soul with a body of a teen.
I'm that girl who lives in between.
My house address is in the middle,
Near the road that often goes unseen.
On the division between too much & too little.
Author's note :
Feeling too much and never being enough at the same time. Like your favourite wine.
~ Secret Blackwood
(I personally think this poem needs to be worked on a lot. What do you think?)
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The Girl In My Poems
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