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 Jul 2015 Oxytocin
mk
in the meadow
 Jul 2015 Oxytocin
mk
when you see
a wild yellow daisy
amongst a meadow
of blood red tulips
I hope
you think
of *me
// daisy: symbolizes innocence and purity; it conveys loyal love
tulip: are symbolic of fame and perfect love //
When he first saw her she was;
Innocent, naive and pure
A soul untouched by the cruelty of the world
Becoming cracked and broken
Under his careful, sadistic touch.

When he last saw her she was;
Reserved, Invisible and mysterious
A soul hidden from the world
With walls of ice
Due to his careful, sadistic touch.

When you see her now she is;
Strong, confident and bubbly
A soul colourful to the world around her
Being joy and laughter to all
Because of the lessons learnt
*From his careful, cruel touch.
People never understand how much power they have over us
She thanks him for the scars she got
As they helped her become numb
She thanks him for the tears she wept
As they helped her become strong
She thanks him for her crushed hopes
As they helped her to grow up
She thanks him for the words he threw
As they helped her build her walls
She thanks him for the worst years of her life
As they helped her appreciate the years later

Yet she curses him for all the innocence he tarnished
As she now sees the world and its reality.
Time can heal wounds but can't make you forget them
He can't stand their sobbing
Their howling and their begging
When they realise their time has come
And there's no running from him

They plead for more time
More time to love
More time to repent
More time to forgive
More time to appreciate
And more time to live

They always knew their time would end
But never are they ready to fall
Into the sweet cocoon of his embrace

Some fall gently into his open arms
Whilst others have to be beckoned
By his *deathly charm
If death were a person I imagine this is how he'd feel
They envy her as she is a girl with everything
Charisma, confidence and an hour glass figure
Yet really she has nothing.
They think her life is one lived by stars
Hakuna matata, her daily motto
Yet really she's an eagle trapped in a parrots cage.
They know how her parents dote on her
How they give her anything she desires
Yet really  what happens behind closed doors is unknown.
They presume she is a colorful soul
One that radiates happiness and bliss
Yet really she is nothing of the sort......
Appearances can be so painfully deceiving

— The End —