Her Heart

Patiently waiting

She takes in the day

The sun is shining

While children play

The people’s happiness seems so wrong

Their smiles seem so grey

There’s no reason to laugh

Not on this sun-shiney day

No one seems to notice

No one ever stops to check

They fail to notice the swelling of her neck

That lump in her throat is hard to swallow

Gently placing her hand to her heart, she feels hollow

Alone on a beautiful day

With no one for comfort, she is no one to save

She sighs and retreats back to her cave

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The ride for fools

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Buckle up, we’re in for a ride

A ride where thoughts and feelings collide

Spinning and flipping, we cry at the top of our lungs

Words twirling off the tips of our tongues

Wind in our hair, we can’t make this stop

Hearts sink to our stomachs with each little drop

Dizzy with indifference we come to a halt

Realizing now this is nobody’s fault

 

 

 

 

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Bewitched

 

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A barren vase set on a table

Transparent to the naked eye

To one, what you see is what it is

…simply an empty vase

To another it is a symbol

Something is missing

Fill the vase with flowers

This will change its perception

Fill the vase with the wrong flowers; change interpretation

Unaware of the signs, one moves forward

Reading too deeply, another tries to stay strong

Battling the conscience between right and wrong

Forsaken flowers wither in a lucid vase

Threading dispassion into lace

The universe seems solid to the unwitting mind

 

 

 

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