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She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~
Even Those Angels Out There Have Their Limits…..
 Jun 2020
Natasha Tai
picture the pieces of yourself
that you spent hours picking apart
for every flaw and imperfection
for every blemish, every mark.

double them as plasters,
band-aids stuck to shield the wounds
made by your mistakes,
by your infractions.

they weren't good enough.
sticking to your skin
like leaves off branches,
baring crimson and flesh torn open.
that’s where she was.
but where she is now, is healing.
 May 2020
Serendipity
She was moonlit skin
wrapped in the silence of the night
with dew drops for eyes
and a soul
made of wet earth.
 May 2020
Mrs Timetable
The broken pieces
Of the clear puzzle
Were made
When she was eight
The lines are hard to see
Smoothed out by hands
That put the broken pieces
Gently
Back together first
Adding his own broken
To repair hers
Then the puzzle
Pieced all together
Clearly seen
Reflecting what
It should be
 May 2020
Lost Girl
I am a warrior.
Stronger than her demons.
Braver than the darkness.
 May 2020
the black rose
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
-
hi.

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