The clay figurine molded by her past.
Chipped away by deceit and deception.
Only to be collectively put back by love and strength.
...
Rainbow emotions after a stormy day
You left me there
Without a word to say
...
When I'm lost in the sea of chaos
With only my voice as a paddle
My body the boat
I'll give it my best
...
To thine own self be true
But what if it is hidden from you
Take a breath
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The Matches
The match in your hand
I knew
You held it firmly
Close to your heart
But once looked upon me, it was lit
Your flame grew
Looking to me in fear
Sighing, I shook me head
And blew it out
Not knowing that was your only match
Until I heard the sobs
I held out my arms for sympathy
But you ran away
Turning around in shame to look into another's eyes
And there match lit