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 Aug 2014 Sybl
k-d
but this heart
oh this stupid little thing
as innocent as a child
as wild as a raging storm
tearing down trees and homes

it runs after you
like it's freakin' crazy
with all it has
with all it ever had
trips and falls
survives and
arises from the dust

scars bleeding
knees skinned
barely breathing
keep on going

and i'm so afraid
it will get there
i'm so afraid

they say hearts are wild creatures
that's why our ribs are cages

well i guess today
this heart
it ranĀ 
it freakin' ran away
(I think I fell for him tonight)
 Aug 2014 Sybl
Kataleya
The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.
Dedicated to all women out there with an amazing mind and a beautiful soul. We are the gift of nature, soft enough to touch the core of others and strong enough to protect that and those important to us. I love you all. Believe in yourself and the world will believe in your power.

I'm honored to have it as the daily poem.
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