From what I've learned about her
she is a bit dark,
broody,
and jaded.
Yesterday I closed my eyes and she dreamt my father dying.
I introduced myself as Jasmine
and
Lily... Sometimes.
and the man in the dream
as our father ... Sometimes.
She seemed indifferent to our loss.
Shall I call her Rose?
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
