What is this fragment you say has no life?
What is the pigment behind those brown eyes?
For I can only dream the dreams left behind
Desire the wants of needs
Crying out in pain with no remorse to sow
The unbreakable truth to follow you
For my sorrow left my head spinning
Cast out from the depths of my soul
Where your lies stack
Stack higher and higher
No room to scream
No way to get out
No place to run
Deceitful, disgraceful
Not even I can rescue you
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to call me a liar?
When all see on you
The faces of your hidden desires
About the Creator
Heather C. Beck
I'm a mother, author and full-time writer. I have one book of poems fully published in different formats that can be found on Lulu, and 2 ongoing novels available for reading On KDP Vella. Plus, much more to come!
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson7 days ago in Fiction
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