Healing
Slowly my pace went
No one seemed to really care
As I shed my tears overflowing
Dark shadow of my dreams kept nagging me
Somehow I could resist
Yet a part of me yelled I was weak
I shrugged my head in disbelief
Couldn't accept my defeat
Won't give up the last strength
Telling my self I'd be over it
Confusion tried to find its place
In mind so full of bitterness
Fighting the urge to lie and rest
Keeping the fading hope abreast
Convincing myself these all would end
When and how my fate held secret
But for now, I have to risk
To struggle and fight like a wounded beast
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She can't be captured, she's like the breeze wafting gently
She's like a painting, composed of many colors
She's like porcelain: dainty, lacey, shaped of beauty
She is a wonder, a song, a flight of imagination
She's a story, overflowing with surprises, waiting to be told
She's to be cherished and treasured
She is a pearl of great price
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