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she pours herself a glass of wine
hoping to pass the time
blue eyes of fear
this will be the first year
in many
that not a tear was shed,
my hands were sturdy
my night has been nice
and look, not a friend in sight

if I had a box of love,
for myself there would be none
from myself I run
day dreaming into the sun

even without my nug,
I still feel snug
maybe the anger came from our love
I opened all my locks
then our love hit the rocks
I was left with scars
constantly feeling like I was in mars
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Confused in delight
I imagine her with blue, doll-like eyes
Skin soft & milky white
With a smile that gleams with light
A look that pierces the soul
A touch that makes you feel whole
Hair long, flowing, & dark
Like a black, purple, or deep  blue
I desire to kiss her soon
My passion burns deep within
For a fantasy I made up
No more than a mere fib
Honest critiques, comments, thoughts are appreciated!
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Awaits the pressures of tomorrow
Now I won't sit in my sorrow
My nerves are just shaking
But darling, you won't see me breaking
Small talk and laughs
Don't focus on the past
Be here, be now
I know it's a lot to ask
But quitting isn't something I would allow
So, you can sit & sulk in the corner,
Or do something that will make you stronger.
So on goes my dress
No leggings, no sweats
With a smile on my face,
And red on my lips
This here is my moment of bliss.
Honest thoughts, opinions, and critiques are appreciated!
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What if her hands were never steady
Would you still be ready?
What if she fell weak in the knees
Would you catch her?
Or watch her bleed?
What if her trust was never fully restored
Would she still be someone you adore?
What if now & then her heart hit the floor
Would you walk away?
Or lend her yours?

The pit of emptiness lives inside her
She needs a care giver, not a provider.
Remind her now & then
That she's your best friend
She plays tough
But it's just a bluff
Inside her fragile eyes
Is where her pain lies
Even when she smiles
Those pupils hold stories for miles

But she's not held down..
Even when there's a frown,
She wears a crown
The core of her soul is one with the world
Making her free as a bird,
Without need for any words
Honest thoughts, comments, critiques are appreciated.

*This is the poem I sent in for entry to this website.(:
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abs Sep 2015
I'm a strong girl
I dont know how many times
Should I remind myself that
So I could make myself believe
That I really am.

I'm a strong girl
I say, to console myself
That everything will work out just fine
Because God has a plan
And I'm part of that plan.

I'm a strong girl
I repeat to myself as I get closer
To things that makes me sick.
Tho I'm still hoping that one day
I'll eventually love it.

I'm a strong girl
I tell myself
Over and over again
But it's not quite right
Just not quite right,

I'm a strong girl
Oh ****, I'm tired of it.
Completely fed up.
I feel like giving up,
surrendering my hands in the air.

But I'm a strong girl.
You know I shouldn't
You know I can't
You know I won't.
I'm a strong girl
If in nothing
   then in all
Must I sin
   to be saved
Must I wrong
   to be absolved

Forgiveness comes
   at such a cost
Must I pierce the heart
   to come in lost

In the darkness
   in the light
In the confusion
   of the night

You can call it incoherent
   incompetence
You can call it a
   deterrence
  
Just don't call it a
****** innocence

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