Facing the true north,
Then, the way it calls,
The Raven's musings!!!
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She cries salty tears for,
inside of those eyes,
she carries an ocean.
She hides her pain,
under the pillows but
then she forgets,
Eyes tell more than the lips do..
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The teardrops fell down, and
fall on the pillow
she cries in dark corners
where nobody goes
follow the tracks,
from her eyes to her chin
Years upon years of letting them win...
and her eyes tell a story,
of anger and pain,
Face filled with enough wrinkles,
of the paths she came along.
She showed she's happy of the realities,
but just look her again and the scars of the past,
Hidden under her clothes,
They're just a roadmap to places,
where nobody goes..
Her smile is now painted, with deep shades of tears..
She's a master of disguise and you can see it all,
Look into her eyes and read the story it says...

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Before she became fire, she was water.
Quenching the thirst of every dying creature.
She gave and she gave
until she turned from sea to desert.
but instead of dying
of the heart, the sadness, the headache,
she took all of her pain
And from her own ashes,
she became a fire.

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She wrote a life she loved
on the leaves of many books
documenting all the details
so that one day she could look
Back at all the things she'd done
and all that she had seen
all the places she had known and
all the places she had been.
And there upon the paper,
she scribbled,
her treasures line by line,
imbued with emotions,
invoke moments in time.
So all though this was a story
that only she could tell
the ink that left upon her pages said,
"My word. She lived it well."

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He haunts her cells...
when she spills a cup of tea
her body dodges a blow
that never comes,
holding each breathe
as if it were her last.

She exhales slowly
he left her,
she is alone,
And now she can breathe happily...
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| Music of my heart |
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When eyes turn steady to the ground
while silhouette cloaks eclipses light
no pair can see past the edge
of the dark wintry night.

Oh starry silent hungry hunter above -
my audience of lonely, trekked streets with me,
let us loft our look toward the horizons
upon this cold clear crisp eve.

Past nights shadowy shady curtain
Lovers cradle in the halo dawn bed;
we loft our hungry eyes toward horizons
the Dawns host shall keep us.

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She's the kind of girl :-
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Who's quite in large groups or around people,
I dunno;
You only see the real her if you're close to her,
She smiles, She laughs,
Especially at the most inappropriate times.
She's a hopeless romantic.

She trips over air, up stairs and over people's feet.
She's the hardest person to offend,
but it's all too easy to make her feel horrible.
She hates telling people about her problems;
they don't need to worry about her.

She's the one who listens to other people's problems,
She believes people shouldn't be judged,
before one takes time to get, to know them,
yet she's guilty of doing that exact thing.

She loves to think, rather than talks...
She's awkward,clumsy,shy,strange and yet she's happy.
She's A Girl,A Daughter,A Woman.
Take it or leave it.

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