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I'm fascinated with their minds

the luxury of having someone

take every detail about you

and
*


Fantasize about it

Romanticize it

Exaggerate it's details

Make it verbally extraordinary*



I'm fascinated with their hearts

their soul suspended

In every word written

keeps their audience guessing

do they actually mean it

or

their great at telling amazing stories


~Butterfly εїз 2014©
I love poetry and the people who write it!
everyone tries to be different
everyone tries to be the pretty girl
all petty and trend setting
there's no point in trying to be like someone else
because in the end everyone will try to be you.
its like forcing a ladybug to pollinate with bees
complete different purpose
yellow.
red.
forcing your mind set to change
for the sake of he,
even though we know.
destroying ourselves,
flying with broken
black wings.
its true
happens too all of us,
once we change for others
we destroy ourselves.
 Apr 2015 sheloveswords
Mia
She was listening

To the chatter of the crowd

The accusations like bee stings

A pinch of pain

She was listening

To the praise in her awards

To the freedom in her laugh

The joy that mends her wounds

She was listening

To the fight inside herself

Reinforced by her surroundings

The joy has dissipated into doubt

She grew quiet

Her wounds weren’t mending

The bee stings turned into daggers

She is left for dead

She became silenced

Because no one believed a word she said

She had no breath left to fight

Their words became her

She continued on

Her thoughts consumed her, leaving her empty

Day, Night, Asleep, Awake

With no soul to care

She believed

A future she would power towards

A life she looked forward to

Maybe not today, but someday.
I.
Lord, am I still worthy,
To continue on this journey?
If everyday I still can see,
The old me.
A sinful lady.
My ghost, it haunts me.
That I fell to my knees.
How I feel so empty.

You.
My child, can't you still not see?
You are special for you belong to me.
I shed my blood so that you'll be free
From your past, bondages of sin.
So just continue your battle with me.
Just believe..
"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in your weakness."

I.
Will fear no more, for You are all I can see.
The look of grace.
Unfailing love.
Forever I'll be thankful,
For it is you who found me.
"Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that
Christ's power may rest on me."
This is the love I have found
And in this love I am found.
As I find solace in Your arms
everything will be fine
and no one can harm
this delicate heart of mine.

J.H.
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