lost words, restored.
I prayed that she would die…
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My love for you sprouts and nurtures the sweetest fruit…
A hand painted sky, iridescent pearls grace the eyes…
A beautiful place I would find…
My tears; a spectacle, Entertainment to be consumed…
Tell me who I am I ask the bundle of papers sitting in my drawer…
Wait! Don’t take your shadow away…
On a day when his eyes were glossy filled with a dazzling hue, he asked me to check out his new perfume…
My hand lands on the hot tap and I start turning…
Lisa Marie Poetry 