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Trained to mistrust
To question
To smell out a lie
From miles away.

Trained to guard her
The inner child
She has no defenses
She opens herself up

And I close her
Bury her
Shelter her
Underneath these layers
Of doubt and deception.
 Feb 2015 Dorothy A
Dinah M
up
 Feb 2015 Dorothy A
Dinah M
up
there's the sun,
and all the stars,
and he is the moon
who reflects
the light to me
when the dark
comes around
and i can't see

without the sun,
the moon would
not be shining
so the moon
chases the sun
continuously

then he tells me,
"isn't she lovely?"

somewhere deep
inside of me,
i desperately wish
he was talking
about me

but my light can
never be as bright
as hers

she is the sun
that lights him up

and i am just
a mere human
who can see
the beauty
of the universe
whenever i look
up

i see the moon
with all its stars,

all of the bright,
little things

along with all
of the flaws on
its surface

but i just can't
explain why
he looks so
beautiful, so
perfect
in my eyes

your universe
might include
the galaxies,
the planets,
asteroids,
meteoroids,
and comets

but my universe
is when i can
see all the
constellations,
hear all of the
rustling trees
and still feel
the same thing
in my heart
whenever i look

up

and imagine
that he is
holding me
in his arms
because i can only imagine.
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
 Feb 2015 Dorothy A
Katie Ann
I wish for the day we find someone who doesn't have to play pretend,
who sees my scars,
and softly presses their lips to every single one,
not to erase them,
but to simply accept the parts of me I am not proud of,
as they are,
as I am,
and then last they will take their lips and rest them on mine,
not to erase me,
but to colour me for the rest of time.
 Feb 2015 Dorothy A
cody dale
sitting here crying
nothing to do
no one around
to hear my screams
as my heart longs
for some good music
my hands wish
for something to hold
my body trembles
as i await
the end of this roaring
noise in my head
telling me to quit
what i have never started
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