' 'fear' 'love' 'heartbreak' 'happiness' 'beauty' 'heart' 'selflove' 'loveyourself' 'relationships' 'pain' 'colors'
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Self Portrait as the Weeping Willow
Reservoir in my eyes,
current of my heart,
snapped the twigs of
my veins.
The fear, I feel. From
My head to my toes.
There are angels who bathe in colors
Painting hues of sadness and drops of courage
Upon a blank canvas waiting to be explored
Marked by the handprints of babies learning to crawl
Dear My First Kiss,
You shouldn’t have happened.
That night at the mall,
In a dressing room stall.
It shouldn’t have happened.
Submerged within a sea of Green
From gray to gray be go.
Insisting gray is better,
When neither of us grow.
She wanted to be like them
The ones with all the men
With soft pink cheeks
Instead, she was one of the geeks
She had brains and wits
