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I dare not look up for fear of the brilliance of the sun,
yet I will never look down either
for I hide from the darkness of the smoky fabric
of my soul.
I do not look forward because I am afraid
that the strings which connect me to what is dear
will break and leave me reeling backwards
like a fish out of water.
I cannot look behind lest I be reminded
of all the mistakes I wish I could take back.
I will not look here or there or at
this or that because I believe I am weak
and lacking in so many things.
But in truth, I am just waiting for
someone to tell me that I am strong
and that I will make it, and that the only place
I need to look is
inside
of myself.
For the night
As I feel
I'm going to sleep tight
LOADING.............
Wonders of the future, day and night
Am I alright?
Why do I smile, when all I feel is emptiness within?
I don’t get it
How exactly did I lose my way
In the midst of all this

Fell from the heavens
Wings of white turned black
The other half remains pure original
Halo gone, blonde no more
Just soft brown locks
Blue hues lost
Now a hazel tint

Almost human
But what does that mean?
To be
Human...?

Out from a mother’s womb, a little baby approaches
A toddler you become, then grow into a young child
You have your first crush, first examination and first step into pain
You get bullied at school but that’s okay

A reckless teenager, soon to fall in love for the first time
A shattered heart left for you
All alone
Running along in search of a cure
But only rejections and disappointments found you
There will be nothing you can do

This isn't the end
It is a fresh start
And you will be the author
For your own story

*The Little Fallen Angel
Edited from 'Missing Pieces of A Puzzle'.
Dreams I'll collect
and  I'll scatter them among the moon and stars
they will build a castle for our love high up
we'll have wings to fly in freedom without bars

Vows of love I'll collect
into the sweetest bouquet for you I'll weave
my poems I'll gather and with celestial perfumes sprinkle
only this I need to hear: 'My darling,  your love with my whole heart I receive'
* inspired by a poem of Klaryssa a fellow-writer in HP
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