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I was staring right at her That one person who knew me The one person I could share everything with Sunsets, music, thoughts She knew my desires, my weaknesses Shared my moments, my joy and pain I’ve always longed for that person The perfect match My soulmate Through the years lots of people Fit thatContinue reading “The Person Illusion”

From the moment she hatched She was meant to fly The blue sky drew her like a magnet But before her wings had a chance She got hurt To fly free and high She was meant to be But on the ground like a worm she stayed Squirming, fluttering, hiding She saw the gentle handsContinue reading “The Bird”

I look out of these eyes A soul trapped in a shell of skin People pass me by Their eyes appraise my shell I’m rejected, desired, despised So fragile, so thin This veil that covers me Only the windows of my eyes Allowing a glimpse into me Who am I? Desperation claws at my soulContinue reading “The Fragile Shell”

I remember the day I first spotted the cup. It was a cool Autumn afternoon and I was walking past the shop windows when it stopped me in mid stride. Standing alone on a glass shelf the cup was exquisite. Real diamonds seemed to form delicate flowers with golden stems and leaves. I had neverContinue reading “The Exquisite Cup”