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i wrote this on christmas eve after meeting a handsome waiter at my uncle's restaurant |
| She falls too easily ~too readily And the damage is etched deeper each time. If she is too happy ~she worries Because she aniticipates the ominous signs. What now? A cookie? ~It can't be... The fortune within shuns her negative mind. "Look inside, look deeply ~past uncertainties. Your history of heart aches have made you blind." Only in her poetry ~she's free The anguis can flow from all she holds inside. She laughs at the irony ~disbelievingly. Once again, she knows her heart must cross the line. She gives too quickly ~too willingly And the damage engraved grows with time. She remembers sadly ~but also gladly And again wipes away all hope from her eyes. |