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I wish all my writing  depicted gaggles
wedging south over mossy lakes.

They more often wander to  legs,
tangerine tongues, the taste

of sweat and smell of cheap hairspray;  
for thoughts like these, I feel no
                                          shame.
What a sad fate
  her name so common.
So the triggers
  lined inside
  of my eardrums
play a silhouette
  of my nostalgia
and it is never symphony
  only sympathy
  and infamy.  

It's played
  mirroring the blood
that runs from my skull
  tarnished and desecrated-
  mind now too hollow.
It was ripped clean
of your memory.

My retinas aren't safe
  from a women with
  such a common name.

What a twisted fate.
I fell in love with
a lover
who didn't
  love me the same.
But loved her till
  the death of us.

He.
Loved her.
  Until it drove me insane.
And so time has flown
And in my memories it all remains
The unbreakable bond that once was
A friendship.

Terminated on one end but
Very much alive on this end,
Yes,
Very much alive.

And as the time goes on
The memory becomes more precious,
And as the time goes on
The loyalty from here resides,
Very much alive.

A friendship that no matter how damaged,
It is still very much Alive.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
They are here every
morning, tripping down the stairs,
laughing, repairing
A pocket full
of sunshine
to share some pure delight,

A pocket full
of shiny stars
to save for a really dark night.

A pocket full
of fairy dust
to sprinkle on the needy,

A pocket full
of dragon's breath
to fire at the greedy.

A pocket full
of raindrops
to wash away any impurities,

A pocket full
of umbrellas
to protect you from your insecurities.

A pocket full
of rainbows
to brighten up your skies,

A pocket full
of moonlight
to reflect the magic in your eyes.

By Lady R.F ©2016
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I saw forever in your eyes. . .


                Then you closed them.
Wrote this when I found out my husband was in love with another woman.
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