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  May 2015 Sylvia Frances Chan
fifi S
I miss blue eyes that no longer weep

Walk through the house
Because I just can't sleep
I wear your old blue blouse
keeping your presence close

I cry for eyes that no longer weep

©js/2014
  May 2015 Sylvia Frances Chan
fifi S
Snowflakes fall softly
On my pathway of lonely
life's cold without you
Well you twinged my nerves
as you may be swell
but your words sure taste
like the floors of hell
So how are you ?

You make me sick
with your chameleon schtick
You come on hard
and you leave too quick
So fine you say ?

You're a dull moon hanging
over a fetid swamp
You will o'wisp
as you begin to taunt
So good to here .

I is the first word
from your mouth
Aye I say ever
tis thee out
So kind of you .

Green grounds
out the sills
as you have to say
What's mine is will
No other way .


Here's the bag
of bones you save
the flesh ripped off
the barrel's been staved
So bye bye you .

There's a moment
I take to pause
to pass some more
of  Murphy's laws
So I'll not be seeing you .

I'll not , I'll not , I'll not
be seeing you
Goodbye , Goodbye
to all and you
to all and you
ALL OF YOU !
  May 2015 Sylvia Frances Chan
Born
Child,read my diary.
Dad's also been hurt by women
hurt real bad
heartbreaking experiences didn't obscure my "woman-view
I gathered guts to love again,
gleaned my lessons and got back in the groove

God's got you,ask him to lead you to your boaz, who's got one agenda
"Giving you prosperity and not disaster
. ..a future full of hope

That said ,child,you'll never know what loves all about until you trust.
really trust
take the risk
everything in life's a risk

Risk your trust,child.
fall in love
  Apr 2015 Sylvia Frances Chan
Peach
Washed out flame
Never to reignite 
Face to face
Mouth to mouth
Breathe the terror out
I’m overwhelmed by infinite doubts

I forgot my virtue at the door
At least that's the excuse I'll misuse,
They say tattoos cover any bruise
But then again, so does continued drug abuse

Baby, be my "everything that went wrong”
Fatal love songs remind me of my recklessness
I’ve got another Hail-Mary to choke out- it’s the day of genesis
And you’re my only shame but I lack all eloquence

Digging my own grave
In hopes of learning the lesson
I’m five feet deep,
Torn lace is the only mark of my indiscretion 

Silhouettes fake perfection

© 2014 Peach
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