Poems from mywings630

Pretty little thing Ordinary and inconsequential Wondering what she will become Exerting all her energy to try to be Real when no one sees...
I'm so horrible. These days have run dry on me. I cannot forget.   Even as I write, I can see the eyes staring. Always cold as ice.   They...
Who am I, really? Am I the weakest link? The daughter who never lives up to expectations? The older sister who always has to be the role...
Fragile That's me. Frail. Weak. Breakable.   But what if it's not?   I have Strength. Power. Invincibility. Intensity.   Can a person just...
At times, hands cannot express more than the heart. However, at others, the hands become merely tools of passion used on a lover. The...

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