Not yet
but soon
she says,
as she makes her
way to the door
But when,
how soon
he asks
as he stares
at the floor
Not yet
but soon
she says,
as her head
is slowly bowed
But when,
how soon
he asks
will we
be allowed?
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Not yet
but soon
she says,
as she makes her
way to the door
But when,
how soon
he asks
as he stares
at the floor
Not yet
but soon
she says,
as her head
is slowly bowed
But when,
how soon
he asks
will we
be allowed?
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
When assistance isn’t of a necessity, she explains. Too bad neither realize that day will always await in vain. She never wanted a knight in white nor carry a man’s last name to claim. She wanted a man to love the beauty most couldn’t understand [so they called her insane] & cherish the truth of her heart from the start…..Good day fellow fragile poet!
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Good day to you too 👍 Loving your words…they put mine to shame 🖤
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Stirring a response from me; doesn’t happen too often. Thank you for allowing me to feel comfortable enough to share a piece of me …in response caught by the words you easily wrought!!! Nothing, I’d take claim to EVER be, to shame!!!!!!!!! (guilt can go get F*ed too) nice to make contact!! lol
Let’s learn to make this words do their jobs!!! or at least dance a jig? I smile while I wince in pain….I think that means…I’m alive?
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Or perhaps … It’s only pain that makes me feel alive again..?
And you’re welcome to share a piece of yourself anytime 👍
If we can’t share here, where can we? 🖤
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Juicy 💚
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Glad you thought so 👍🖤
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I do. The mind races from all the possibilities 💚
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And therein lies the joy of writing for people with an imagination like yourself 😁🖤
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