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She
She's a Beauty, a creation of Love
She's a Need, a patch of Satisfaction
She's a Warmth, the cold's longing to Have
She's a Fruit, the hope of Frustration

All that has left was given to Her
And black words were spoken to Her
Facade of serene is seen unto Her
Yet, Broken glasses is what's kept within **Her
She'll always be a hero, mama
His name purred on her lips; 
She loved the way it
Rolled around on her tongue,
Loosened her vocal chords 

Every time she said 
his name aloud,
It felt as though she were 
Becoming more and more
Well versed in him; 
His character,
His very being
Rain, pour over me.
Fill me with coldness
That digs from within.
Wash away my fears.
Wash away my pains.
Wash away my tears.
'Coz all I want to feel,
Is happiness after you came.
All I want to see,
Is rainbow after you're drained.
She's in love,
In love with the thought
The thought of him
Him, being her first.
It occurred to her unexpectedly.
Who would have thought it will happen?
All she thought that it will take years,
Years to be found.


It started unexpectedly.
Slowly, it began.
It developed.
It was felt.
It was thought to be love.

She was very overwhelmed,
Overwhelmed by the feeling.
The feeling of someone being attracted to you.
She was very innocent.

Her love was pure.
She cared too much,
Too much that it affected her so much.
Her love was unconditional.

She was drowned by his words,
Words of drama and foolishness.
She believed too much,
Ending up hurting so much.

She made decisions out of love,
Decisions all for her love.
So much effort exerted,
Still, end up being rejected.

Months, *she was left,

Left with pain and regrets.
All she knew was nothing about love.
All she have felt was *foolish love.
A sad beautiful tragic love affair.
We made a masterpiece that day
& the lighting was just perfect.
My warm droplets glistened
off your precious porcelain skin
& the shade of pink reflected
off your excitement,
made my heart race faster.
I could see your open-flower
beneath your white lace,
and I could tell
by the satiated look
on your cute face,
you loved being splashed
by my art.
 Aug 2014 Patrick Sugarr
Helen
so colourful
so iridescent
so artfully
arranged
so insightful
so righteous
so incandescently
deranged
so articulate
so devoted
so incomparably
emotive
so particular
so insightful
so inevitably
disarranged
so empty
so full
so
strange
so bored, so very very bored...
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