To be what they want
Is to win a battle
To be who you are
Is to win a war

She once locked horns with the devil.
Now she has one on each side.

If we make our monsters live all by themselves,
they'll find a way to be under our skin again.

After all our monsters
are all ours to feed.

Read a story.
Re-read its characters.
Words may outweigh.
So I shall rate them with stars.

Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!
You pretentiousness!
If I write my story,
will it be worth a read?

I 've signed out.
But the stars are still unblinking
and still waiting.

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Only at  Hellopoetry,
The heart counts hearts

I am no longer on Facebook,
I've stopped being friends with Me.

if stars were to freckle the day,
if streams were to dance in the deserts,
if dreams were to sink before sleep,
I would colour the moon pink..