Seraphine Belle Poems

I remembered
The faint squeals
That erupted from
The babbling mouth
...

There was a lady
of Vain thoughts
As men cowered underfoot
Of her selfish wants.
...

She sat under the willow,
Waiting for him.
Her blonde hair
Rolling with the winds
...

Her skirts rustling,
To the sounds of the guitar
The strumming of the strings
Bringing the caressing murmur
...

Realize..
Something I realized..
Why does love
have a different shape...
...

My mother once told me
That a sapling needs
Water, sun and lots of loving
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I saw the halo above my head
and cried
cause I will never be the angel you wish
...

Cover up my face
With a smoke screen
So you wouldn't see
The blood tears
...

Her hair streamed
behind her
Sticking out with
Unseen glue
...

My dreams,
Are nothing but solid
But it stands strong
...