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She dances through the water
Her eyes are glowing bright
She truly is angelic
Her face a shining light
She tosses her hair behind her
With her there is no night
Her loveliness is killing me
A death I cannot fight.
Don't feel sorry for me
And don't you pity me
I am a broken soul
But I'm not a dead one
I am a broken soul
But I aint done
 Nov 2010 Emily Von Shultz
Emma
I meant everything I said,
and I still think you're amazing
You intrigue me like a single rose,
appeal to my senses and curiosity
I feel so close to you, and
so unsure of what is going
on in your beautiful mind.
I want to listen to you talk
and watch your hands.
Everything you do is unique;
you create another world
Your fleeting smile is the greatest gift
... and your touch...
Kissing you is perfect and innocent
Safe, like this bed and these
walls and this roof
Hold me; I want to
pretend that you feel the same way
and forget how I hate myself
and hate my body
This tear is for a happy moment
I had
It was with you, and
well, thanks.
My chest is full and heavy:
I barely breathe
Until I arrange my fleeting thoughts,
and let my feelings swim.
When listening and watching life
My voice is often mute,
until a cloak-ed pen awakens,
and simple words align.
Pushing  aside raw feelings,
I live life vicariously,
as senses come alive.
Copyright Heather Mirassou
Sunshine is a reflection of her soul
Feeling to the depths of her being
She feels the heat of the sun
Her dimples shine as she smiles genuinely
She remembers all those who love her
Those who called her sunshine
She climbs out of her shell
Into the world born again
She grows stronger as the sun rises
She will always remember her name
My daddy used to call me Sunshine - this poem is dedicated to my father.

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