She's the black sheep.
The unconventional.
The eclectic.
The artist.
The idiot savant.
The muse.
The poet.
Her light seen as
A blaring blemish
That no one can yet
Stand and adore.
She is a silent mouse
But man can she roar!
Sometimes she just forgets how
But when it comes out--stand back!
Wow!
Fire in her eyes.
Brimstone in her soul.
As young as she feels--
Sometimes it's a million years old.
She is meek.
Dainty.
Blunt and bold.
She has a story
And it must be told.
Strong as steel
But can easily break.
Just don't know how much more
She can take.
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Sweet & Dark Nothings
PoetryThe first collection of my poetry. Things that rattle through my mind in the night. Thoughts and fantasies, wishes and dreams, fears and sorrows.
