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

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

I love the real me - the me I was born to be,
when I am surrounded by the forest trees
in the Australian bush lands,

I love the anxiety-free version of me,
when I am unrestricted and unrestrained
emotionally and mentally,
when I can breathe, as my chest freely expands.

I love the sense of freedom,
as my mind floats and dances through the bushes, like a precious, delicate butterfly,

I love the feeling of the earth grabbing
at my ankles, sinking my feet-- planting them deep inwards,
as I gaze through the evergreen canopy
into a perfect blue sky.

I was born
to be in nature's tender embrace,
if only you could see the satisfied look
on my innocent face,
when I am in the heart
of such a peaceful, magical place,

You would see an amazing, wondrous love,
as I let go and become a free little dove,
because the forests fits my soul
just like a second skin glove.

If anybody should be living in the woods,
It should be me!

City life has never cut it for me,
It's not where my soul chose to be,
Or wants to be.

I love being the real me,

The Rosalie,
that I was born to be!

By Lady R.F ©2017

How many times can I cut myself in syllables and bleed in sentences?

Hold my hand.

Let's run through the fields of regret.