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A stranger in my living room
      
We've never talked
              
We may not even be compatible
                    
And do we even share any interests?
                            
Well god knows seeing as we've never seen
                                      
Each other before
                                                 *
And now I'm resigned to take him as my husband
                                                          
My lover, my missing half*
                                                                  
My partner for the rest of my life
Desi life mosta the time
She sat there
Liquor in hand ; half empty
Her Cherry red lips parted slightly
Full  and  puckered; head tilted sideways

Her sapphire eyes dancing
Behind large jade spider legs
Charcoal mascara
Heavily lidded; alluring
She's a Smokey  princess

Her lips smirking; elegantly lazy
Against her graceful cheekbones
With a modest rose  blush
Decorating her lush cheeks
The false modesty of a killer

Perfection has no flaws
As her shimmering tan skin
Coated with peach powder
Suggests; evocatively

Striking curved eyeliner highlights
Her youthful  heart shaped face
With silky red ravines cascading
Down to her slim  Miss World waist

With her bottle figure; all in proportion
Gazes she draws in; airy kisses blown
Misleading young hearts in tow
She's a ladykiller and boy does she *know it!
Inspired from Juliet by Lawson
He stared at the cuts on his wrist
Reprimanding himself for his cowardice
To not  finish the job
Melissa had seen those cuts
Dug deep  into his wrist; angry red
Knowing  full well the reason for them
But choosing to ignore them

He flinched letting out a sharp gasp
As slaps  and  punches  hit him
Opening old wounds  and  bruises
His body a palette of suffering  and  pain
Bleeding tears down his skeletal frame
Melissa  watched these attacks
Her boyfriend  inflicted upon him
But chose to ignore them

His eyes were dry from shedding tears
His heart was torn from the constant crushing
His body wracked and tired from the frequent beatings
And his brain weary and ready to shut down forever
That morning Melissa  couldn't  ignore the body
Hung in her front garden
Holding a bouquet of wilting roses;
With a heart saying *I love you
This is a touching one of mine
It's a strange thing
Looking into the past
Memories of a younger you
Dancing with time

You remember the shy sweet innocence
Glorifying the beauty of the world
And you remember how swiftly you ignored
Or tried to ignore
The demons that destroyed this image

You remember fondly
How such simple problems
Were the bane of your small world
And wince regretfully
At how foolishly you dealt with them

Your sweet kind demeanour
Led to your sorry journey
Through hardship and trial
Because you were too timid to speak out
Too nice to hit back

Yet just think
If this was not so
Then the strong girl you are now
Full of confidence and charm
Would never have come to be

So though you look back in distress
Know that you wouldn't be who you are know
If it weren't for the past
Quite a personal one this
All* of us have one thing in common
We all have dreams  and  desires
It's what makes us humanity
Different from other organisms; unique

Dreamers are optimists
Clinging onto their vibrant visions
Through turmoil  and  hardship
Through chaos  and  pain
Their souls are held tightly with their dreams

Our aspirations help us get through the present
Whilst Making glamorous plans for the future;
Some plan to revolutionise the world
Whilst others dream of singular success

No dream is too big or small
It all depends on the eye of the beholder
Yet one thing is no doubt crystal clear
*Any dream you work for will come true
Dream big every one of you and you'll do wonders
If one tries to shut out their emotions and problems
Are they truly shut out at all?
Think over it
She's got roses in her hair
And mud over her heels
Sun  kissed  skin shines
As she dances in the meadow

Her laughter  sings
Throughout the cornfield
The breeze  twirling her
In a ballroom; like a lover

Eccentric is what she seems
But really she's a girl
A girl who is free
To spend her days frolicking
In nature's  *company
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