A step in life she has yet to take, A mile shes already taken…
So Sweet, the Smell of the temptress, the siren,
Emerging from the gates of exile, and hatred…
A heart closed off, with a mind once opened,
one subtle touch, and she’s flinched away…
The Story of her, no-one could understand,
its a dangerous game, only a fool dares to play…
As she stares into the mirror, at the stranger glaring back,
who, once was fearless and then betrayed…
She forces her frown into a faceless smile,
as she prepares for her ever demanding days…
So many times, tears have fallen from her eyes,
with sadness, shame, & despair they were laced…
Though her years, have taught her to be cold, and her heart
to be troubled, you’d never know just by looking
at her face. – BP
BoHo Journals
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