*Fragility*
Shes been alone,
Shes been gone,
For so long,
She sings a sad song
Wishing for something new,
But her blessings stand in a queue
Endlessly waiting,
Demons busy narrating.
For so long,
She sings an echoing song,
Her heart accused,
Her soul abused.
Searching for the other half,
She gallops in the desert like a calf,
Bruised from head to toe,
Misused by a foe.
Her weeping sorrows,
Echoes towards her tomorrows,
She's naive and kind,
Only the world is blind
(Mother)
X's and O's
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One With The Wind
PoetryTo whom it may touch, Thy soul,thy heart and thy might, Quench the thirst or enlighten, Feels of home and brighten. The more I'm stuck, In this cage of bad luck, The more my demons are at there best when I sleep. I'm in to deep.
