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Her face is strong,
but her hands are giving way.
She refuses to cry towards me.
She is scared,
Of this big bad world.
But she will stay strong,
Because she's a fighter...
But like her heart, she will break.
She is beautiful.
Hair, brown and curly. It rests on her shoulders.
Eyes, brown and beautiful. The kind you can look into for hours if you could.
A voice, soft and sweet. That sooths my anger.
A smile, bright and cheerful. One that makes my days of anguish into ones of happiness.
A laugh, loud and proud. One that when you hear you can't help but smile along.
And a heart, big and soft. The kind that loves so deeply that you feel safe in her arms because you know even if you're gone, you're always with her.
She is my sun rise
The gradient in the sky
As it is filled with morning dew
And yawns of sleepless nights
-p.d.
To those that have no fear
Waiting,
A wine glass full of tears
Whose shadow songs wail with gold
Aside a heart so dear
Quietly patient
A chase through the night
With heels by the door
Through the hushed dust
Her ashen hair awaits
i told my heart
im sorry
for all the times
loving you was wrong
{b.d.s.}
many worls in progress.. this august.
I saw my world expand
the day I looked
in to those
eyes and
loved
seeing your eyes tell me
that all you knew
was to only
now love
me
kissing me hard as I'm
lay naked in your
arms & trusting
all you
said
when you whisper to me
our love is eternal
& nothing will
ever break
us
how beautiful the universe is
to bring us together
as stardust souls
now as
one                            

 © Sia Jane
everything i've wanted to tell you
i will tell you tomorrow
and the wait of it all doesn't even give you sorrow
these dilapidated sentence structures suffocate us,
they drown out our intricacy, our noisy illustrations
and i don't even want you to resuscitate me
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