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Cíara McNamara Nov 2014
If you could see what I see –
You’d know you are
Both
Beauty and grace.

If you could see what I see –
You would not
Describe yourself as
disgrace

If you could see what I see –
You’d never want to
Change
A single thing.

If you could see what I see –
You’d love yourself
More
Than I ever could.

If a mirror could
Show you
The beauty
That lies
naked
Next to me –

You’d be your own
Perfectly
Imperfect
Sleeping
Muse.
#love #thoughts #life #friends #perception #you
Cíara McNamara Oct 2014
Ghost of my mind
Takes all my time.

While others intertwine
I grapple with self.

I am seen as ghostly
because others never know
Whats really going on below.

So dear friends - persons
Keep in mind,
Whats in plain sight
Rarely really shows -
The rest of this poem can be interpretred by oneself, and your struggles.
  Oct 2014 Cíara McNamara
elias
I'm fixated with you

But you're  leaving me just when I thought you were mine
Cíara McNamara Oct 2014
I wonder if you ever
Wish for an apology?

You are the one who
Knows all about me.

You hear me whine
When I’m awake –
Catch my tears
When I am weak –
And hug the words
I mumble in my sleep.

All I have ever done
For you –
Rest upon you.
Cíara McNamara Oct 2014
How could I love you
The way you love me?
Can’t you see
you're suffocating Me ?
Cíara McNamara Oct 2014
From the time
Which I understood my thoughts,
I knew I was destined to be
Apart.

Never was I meant to be –
One of them.
Chilling in someone else’s plan,
With a white picket fence.

I was going to be something,
Small or great –
Just anything that wasn’t
That.

Now I sit here
Still young and ambitious,
Yet ever more ridiculous.
The only difference between
Me and them,
Is I’m doing it without a man.
Cíara McNamara Oct 2014
Had I to write
To make a difference,
Even just of small significance,
I’d write to me.

On a good day
I’d pack all the beauty and wisdom
And lightness of heart,
And address it to me.

When the bad days are there,
And I can’t see up anymore,
When I can’t face the world
Or the reflection of me -

I’d have this sweet letter,
Written from me.
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