If you want to know the secrecy behind my grey eyes,
You must be still and patient,
Entertainment waste you must see through,
For I am a woman wo weaves her words in waiting,
Wisdom and cander,
Beneath a Buttery Coat to please the senses,
I am an acquired craving and a nicotine patch,
It is easy to get close,
But do not become attached,
Cholstophobic when confined,
Impulsive and Refined,
Culturd while raised in a conservative town,
Same weather all year round,
Its easy to have knowledge and still become confused,
Easier for kindness to become abused,
Sometimes the discreet overwhelming kindness is cloaked with cold,
Not always blessed with the ability to be bold,
But I will bleed my heart to feed you vein,
Take a loss for your gain.
About Me
- Crisha
- I started to write poetry when I was 9 years old after the death of a friend. Ever since it has been the only outlet I have embraced. I write about situations of friends, but mostly about self conflicts. My poetry are my psalms, if you will. I have always had a dream writing poetry for publishers, I suppose I have never persued it because of the fear for the lack of talent. Probably a poor excuse. I always hope that when someone reads mypoetry it strikes them, right in the heart. In that place they themselves have not even noticed they have. Often when I write I find emotions I have submerged for so long I pour it out in mass. I want the reader to feel that and find themselves swimming in my heart.
Fancy Fence
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