Words ,they were never mine
Nor ,did they ever mind
When ,used  them
For the thoughts confined

Words ,
Belong to the ones
Who invented them

There is no belonging ,
In 'There'
A privilege that is theirs
And
'Their' , alone to belong

Meanings they hold yes ,
With each other they differ

In dictionaries you'd find
Words never flock together
Separate Entities ,
As Dignitaries
They stand ,
Grand

Thoughts are the ones
Ours , we can Proclaim
In words , one can Reclaim

Walk, Write, dream.
WALK Proudly
SHARE Fearlessly
DREAM Big

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

vanilla and cream
with a drip of sweet honey
be ready to lick