She is a galaxy
Perfectly painted
On a canvas
Hung on a wall
In his room
❀
She is all the flowers
Planted beautifully
In a garden he waters
Every day
❀
She is waterfalls
And sunsets
And palm trees
On a beach
❀
She is happy smiles
And safe hugs
And kind words
❀
She is goodness
And beauty
And everything
I can never be
❀
She is the girl
He loves and
The girl who
Blocks his view
Of me
❀❀❀❀❀
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My Surprise
I was fourteen that summer, and it had been five years since I had last seen him. Meeting with him again had not been my idea, but my grandmother's. She had planned it as her little "surprise." But it hadn't seemed like such a good one at the time. In fact, the whole scenario had struck me with such discord, that even now, some fifty years later, I care very little for surprises. They are to me, just neatly wrapped packages of deceit bestowed upon the unwilling. They are the gift bearer's way of manipulating or controlling the receiver. In short, I do not trust surprises!
By Shirley Belk2 days ago in Psyche
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My heart breaks just reading this, yet I can't help it because it's so beautiful ❤️
Oh gosh! The last stanza! I swear I heard my heart break into a million pieces. I've been in the exact scenario of your poem so it deeply resonated with me. Words cannot express how much I love your poem!