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 Mar 2015 Cierra Spina
Diane
I'm just a girl
With the usual smile,
Usual laugh
Even the typical
red lipstick and mascara.

I'm just
the usual girl
with a Twitter account,
Instagram,
and Facebook.

But you know,
all these things
are not so worth it..

Not unless,
I use these for you
to
notice me,
cherish me,
adore me
and maybe..
Just maybe...


Love me.

It's your look,
the way you dress,
your tweets
flicks a heart string.

But sometimes,
ignites a spark within me.

It's is for the best.
But what if the best is not for me?

Look at me.
And tell me
you're still here.


Boy,
I ain't over you..

*Not now..
Not yet..
why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times

and the poet bleeds
For my friends here and around the world on World Poetry Day.
I am
A porcelain doll-
An empty shell

On the outside
I am
Strong

But
On the inside
I am
Empty
This is a work of fiction
 Mar 2015 Cierra Spina
leonardo
i like you.
you represent a self destruction, an epitome of hate.
but i like your rises and falls, a mountain range.
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