She Tells Stories To The Moon Until The Sun Rises
As she traverses her messy life
She loves the feel of country
Driving on the dirt backroads,
Camping around an open fire
Getting lost at the crossroads.
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She adores the smell of rain
And she loves telling stories,
Finding the moon listens to her
As the sun rises in the territory.
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She knows she’s a silly girl
When it comes to love,
Picking the wrong hearts
Getting hurt because of.
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She’s a very strong woman
When it comes to survival,
She’s beaten the odds
And worn the reprisals.
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She can be severely torn apart
And still look so put together,
But underneath she’s a mess
Hiding behind the stormy weather.
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I gaze upon her messy life
And see a goddess, an old Soul,
A lonely empath trying her best
Heart breaking as it takes its toll.
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But come what may, she rises
Another story for her memoirs,
She traverses her ups and downs
As she capers amongst the stars.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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