March 19, 2014 § Leave a comment
Crowned in bows
those cascading curls
and flirty skirts
and a hint of shimmer
with a star around the neck
to reclaim happiness
from a time I am too strong for now.
March 16, 2014 § Leave a comment
Follow, follow, and
swish through the puddles;
snowy day scooters.
February 5, 2014 § Leave a comment
Don’t believe that a
bright-eyed floral will make
you pure and sugared.
June 14, 2013 § 1 Comment
Has the truth set me free
when all I ever wanted was to be
strong, and never show
the cruelty of my soul?
It it innocence in bloom that treats you to
Not asking for sympathy, but understanding.
Though always afraid the former will win,
or the steel tongue will pierce again,
but not caring, lost in the lightness.
Is this innocence?