Oh great city of stars,
May we dance the moment
After midnight under your
Watch*

Amanda. F (c) 2017

She paints her world
According to her pure intention.
Pure in her own figure,
Not in someone else's.
She doesn't speak,
Of words in complex.
Her mouth but translates
Her minds complexity into simplicity.
She doesn't need to speak but rare.
You've read her words,
You've witnessed the paradox
Of her pen-to-paper.
You understand her terminology
Of no bad cause.
She wordlessly preaches her rootless existence
Through the essence of her eyes,
As she hides behind the smoke of her cigarette
Extraordinary, in disguise

Amanda. F (c) 2017

She's tired of fighting
To keep her soul's fire alive,

She's been in a constant battle
Just trying to survive.

Overdrive,

Overdrive,

She's totally over
The long, hard road, drive,

Always giving,
Whilst her needs
She deprives.

Nosedive,

Nosedive,

Her heart and mind
Are taking a plunge,
A freeing, freefall dive,

She's tired
Of letting the backstabbers
Take advantage of her;
She's over the malicious way
That they conspire and connive.

By Lady R.F  (C) 2017

Unlike many others,
who are afraid
to let anyone know
what they really think,
and how they really feel...

She writes it all down,
she let's it all out;
and she wears her heart
like a crown!
When it comes to being brave...
she's the real deal!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017