He is two -
Like a vinyl record--
he has an 'A' side
and a 'B' side;
guess which one
I love to listen to,
on repeat,
over,
and over,
again?

He is two -
Like cuttlery--
A knife
and a fork -
one is sharp
and cuts deep,
and one picks me up;
guess which one
I love to spoon?

He is two -
Both,
the sun,
and the moon;
and I,
... well,
I was doomed
from the beginning,
just like a shooting star;
guess which one
I fell for?

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Home,
To me,
Is not a house
Made of bricks and mortar.
Rather,
It is found
In certain people -
It is a body,
A mind,
And a soul
With a beating heart.

Home,
To me,
Is found
Within the serenity
And tranquility
Of solitude--with nature.
It is an overwhelming feeling
That from such a person or place,
I never want
To be torn apart.

~ Home is where the heart is. ❤

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

She's too passionate
and oversensitive
for this messy world -
She doesn't fit-in,
so she tries to stay out.

It's a constant
tug-of-war battle
between her fragile heart
and her delicate mind.
She can't help but feel too much -
peace of mind
is all that she ponders about.

She is gentle,
empathetic and intelligent,
but vulnerable -
she was born this way,

She has relived
this same hopeless feeling
every single blessed day.

She is an overthinker -
always reflecting,
always pensive...

Full of genuine love,
whilst drained by such pain;
she is beautifully oversensitive.

She's always lonely
amongst a crowd,

whilst completely lost
deep inside the belly
of the same-old dark cloud.

She's a beautiful, beautiful mess...

She gives her entirety--nothing less!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

When she is
over joyed
by love-filled emotions,
her words delicately
dance upon the page,

When she is
brokenhearted,
disheartened,
and overwhelmed by darkness,
her words fall heavy
and splatter all over the stage.

When her wings
are raised in flight,
it is love,
singlehandedly,
lifting her up,
ever so gracefully,

When she is
spinning around,
out of control
with two left feet,
it is pain and anxiety
forsaking her--disappointingly.

Her poetic dances
are well known
for being freestyled,
erratic and spontaneous,

Be it a classical ballet,
or an explosive routine,
her artistic expression
is always crafted  
and delivered
with style and finesse.


By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Who am I
When I'm not being myself?
More importantly,
Who am I
When I'm being me?

Feeling somewhat lost
Within myself,
Of late,
I feel I've become
A foreign stranger -
I don't resemble
Who I used to be!

Feeling awkward,
Alone,
With the stranger
Within myself,
Am I her,
Or is she me?

Will I wake-up
From this nightmare--
This horrible bad dream -
Before this Alien
Completely takes over me?

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

No two minds
Think exactly alike,
Our perceptions
Are always going to be different,

We see the world
Through our own eyes,
The outcome of our experiences
Choose what is significant.

No two hearts weigh the same,
Our pasts make all of the difference,

Whether we are light-hearted
Or heavy-hearted,
Being whole-hearted,
Rather than being broken-hearted,
Is always going to be our first preference.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Solitude:
It doesn’t get offended,
Nor does it offend.
It doesn’t have expectations,
It doesn’t judge or pretend!

By Lady R.F. (C)2015

If only
The colours of our souls
Could be seen;
Inner beauty would reign,
Truth would be born,
And honesty
Would need no words.

By Lady R.F. (C)2015

Choreographing words 
Into theatrical dances 
With her imagination,

Gracefully exhibiting 
All of her thoughts —
Using letters 
As lavish decoration.

Having them leap-out 
Onto the stage, 
Outside of her mind,

Hoping in each performance, 
“Her life’s story”,
You will find.

Lady R.F. (C)2015

When we speak
Without using words
Our actions say so much,

This is how we show real love
Without the need to talk or touch.

Our actions
Will always speak louder
Than any of the beautiful words
That we will ever say,

But only when our hearts and souls
Have a genuine pure love
To selflessly give away.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017