Lily Mosweu
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Life, a soul shattering journey for those delicate as the nymphaea tetragona.
Emotion sucking.
Feet dragging.
A silent shout.
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On her bed she lay
Gaze fixed on the turmoiled branches outside
Still, vicious, wild & confused
Her heart's native tongue
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Spring is here but everything is just so bleak,
Like a tree in the bitter cold, every blow of wind takes away a piece of me,
A baobab I thought I was,
Able to survive with no fat leaves to store my water,
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Crystal clear, it all is so sparkling bright
My eyes can't stand the light
I try to block it out
Shades I pull out, still no sight
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Is it wrong that my heat craves just you,
Cries out for us,
Longs for you & I, together in oneness,
That I breath heavy unless I take in your name,
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3-4 nights...3-4 nights, sodden pillow after pillow, the pain of a soul bruised oozing all through towers of cotton, hitting base at syncopated rhythms of a heart torn..
Why is it that you hold a huge piece of me so strongly? What is it about you that makes my heart surrender so easily to your ways without listening to me first? Me! Its owner! The being of its existence.
3-4 nights, bleak nights... Soul searching for a comfort where the heart is filled with nothing but the awfully painted illusion of cocoon hatching vibrations at the pits of our guts letting out pretty little butterflies, rainbow puffing unicorns & fairies dancing around to the sound of someone's voice. A search seeming so futile when the painter of my canvas, the holder of the voice ringing in my ears is so far away..
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Lily Mosweu Biography
Lily is just a girl who grew up using words as her escape from life's hardships. Only recently did she stand up to embrace her writing as not just writing but fair word play.)
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Quiet Pretty Flower
Life, a soul shattering journey for those delicate as the nymphaea tetragona.
Emotion sucking.
Feet dragging.
A silent shout.
A cry from within.
My heart, used and abused,
ripped a piece at a time.
Time heals, they say. But why is it that the pain grows by the day..?
Stripped me naked, my soul bare.
Tore me from the inside-out, my life a blur.
Tore me from the inside out!
Sweet innocence, tainted by your touch.
Polluted my being, planted a seed of hatred deep within.
Sprawling with every millisecond in every second of every minute you cross my mind..
Roots digging deep to the core with every hour, day and week that goes by.
Months and years of constant emotional battle, my heart numb.
Quiet pretty flower, do not cry.
Those showers of tears too heavy for your petals.
Quiet pretty flower, do not cry.
A disgrace you shall bring with all these hawks watching our every move.
Quiet pretty flower, do not cry.
Be strong and take it like a real woman.
Quiet pretty flower, do not cry.
Quiet pretty flower.
Silence became my better half.
An arranged marriage I wanted nothing of.
Battered by hurt, I feared to talk.
Harassed with emotional blackmail, I took it like a 'real woman'.
Is it really being a real woman or your own vulture?
Who is worse? You or the people you allow to devour your soul?
Who is worse?
But quiet pretty flower, please do not cry.
Better days are to come.
A new era, a new you.
Burn like the phoenix and grow newer from the ashes.
Break every bone in your being to unleash a stronger you like the werewolves.
A life with so many hardships, so many tears to bear.
Quiet pretty flower, do not cry it shall be over soon.
Quiet pretty flower..
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