You just have to forgive her
If ever you want to feel her heart
You have to look past her words
Then sink deeper between the lines
Her half smile is just a veil
To keep away unwanted questions
She couldn’t answer, even if she tried
Deep inside- she’s living lonely
Where her soul is void of light
Between the heartbeats and sighs
But she’ll pretend to everyone
She’s happy and loving life
She forgotten how to trust
Daring eyes and suspicious smiles
So she passes on their colors
And their broken promise lies
She works too hard to live- love
A broken dreamers way of healing
She spends her quiet time writing
About everyone else wishful life
She tells herself, she’s doing alright
Until those ghostly feelings
Sneak in and up along her side
The way frozen air surprises
All she can do is close her eyes
She learned denying is only futile
There’s no place left for her to hide
Vivid memories play havoc in her mind
Tear-filled emotions flow
Steeping into her ink words
And her life feels a bit smaller
I can only watch from afar regretting
Not having found her…first
Poet of the Light © 2019
Reminds me of my mother. Very bitter sweet. Thank you.
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Thank you for you reading and commenting as well.
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Oh Poet!! This is absolutely wonderful! I adore this.
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Thank you my friend. I’m glad you adore it.
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The observer is left to tell the tale and tell it well, he does. Welcome back!
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Thank you for the words and embracement. If only…
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You are kindly welcome.
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🦋WOW! That’s cool!
I love the discription “The way frozen air surprises”.
Thanks for following my blog.
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Thank you much. Glad you liked it.
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I keep coming back to this one. It hurts, you know? But then, for me, the line between mirror and poem is thin.
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Yes, I agree, it is very thin. Be well Isabella…
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