She believed
that she was his moonlight,
every shiny star
that filled the dark night sky,

She believed
that she was his every precious sunrise,
unexpectedly, by surprise,
everything that she had ever believed
turned out to be a terrible lie.

She believed
that she was his oxygen,
that every breath he took
was keeping him alive,

She believed
that his every footstep
would be taken with her
by his side.

Her world was devastatingly ripped out
from under her feet,

Her heart no longer has a rhythm,
no longer does it want to beat.

She trusted him
more than anyone
she had ever known,

He promised
to love her forevermore -
but now...
she walks this world
all alone.

Shattered,
broken beyond repair,

Her perfect love
has painfully vanished
into thin air.

By Lady R.F ©2017

The wind bears with it stories
of faces, bodies, and stillness,
It's graceful yet forceful touch ,
which carries the birds.
surfaces stretching seas,
and sends a breath of life
to the flowers, grass and trees.*

Amanda. F (c) 2017

Place me back
into my mother's arms,
or on my father's shoulders,
embracing his ineffable charms.

The highest place I've ever been,
an overwhelming security
felt within.

Place me back
into my mother's and my father's
warm embraces,
the two places I saw unconditional pure love written all over loving faces.

Place me back
so I can feel it all again,
so I can feel safe and secure,
so I can forgive myself
right there, right then.

So I can live a life
without regret,
I didn't realise back then
that time would disappear
so fast - those years,
I will never ever forget.

Lady R.F ©2017

I feel too much,
I care too much.

I see too much,
I hear too much,

Even a whisper,
is heard loud and clear,

Nothing goes unnoticed,
it feels like a curse - one that I fear.

I sense too much,
I hurt too much,

I cherish joy too much,
I remember too much.

Every word
that was ever said,

Tosses and turns
in my heart
and in my head.

I think too much,
I give too much,

I know too much,
I grow too much.

I evaluate my insecurities
everyday,

I punish myself
for turning out this way.

I never ask for much
I never take too much,

I never want too much,
my only real problem is ...
that I love--way, way too much.

~ I'm sorry.

By Lady R.F ©2017

If I find the right words
after digging deep down,
exhuming them
from my deepest darkest corner,

Will the splinters and blisters
caused by my *****
bring some light
and make my life
any warmer?

If I find the right words
and the strength
to finally set them free,

Will there be an empty space left behind
where they once hid and resided,
or will you replace them
with reciprocal loving words
meant just for me?

By Lady R.F ©2017

Some kids act like men
Some men act like kids

By Lady R.F ©2017

Gazing up at the smorgasbord of stars
makes me all the more fonder
of the darkness,

Connecting light dots
above my head
on a magical canvas
which is never, ever, artless.

Vivid images
constantly taking form,
impeccable masterpieces floating
way up above me,

Heaven's art gallery
with such divine work on show;
hung--for all of us to see.

By Lady R.F ©2017