COMPLETE ✔️
Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17)
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Where there is mourning, there is also hope.
Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it.
But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
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My big brown eyes are a silent story. There are those who try to read, but give up simply. I am a prize found among the dust, And so any man who finds me Has found a diamond in the rough.
I loathe the nature among men Who speak many words and do not follow suit. I've been held by liars and frauds And I have yet to find one who speaks the truth. I am a simple woman in this complicated world—
How devastating it is to be among the rarity.
I've locked myself up with tight chains, And I do not seek a prince among reigns. For I am sitting patiently, untouchable among the art. Passerby's will look on and desire to come close, But I'm behind a glass that remains thick.
I long for a pure completion, Someone who adores my cracks and chisels. I am a beast within a beauty, And I am the sharpest thorn among thistles. I can shed a tear in a moment
But never think I'm ruled by fear.
Oh foolish man, do not come close! Those who do often run off too quickly. I seek one who notices me from afar, and inchesslowly. For the one who keeps coming, but not so suddenly Will surely be the one to win me.
