The lies of yesterday No longer haunt me The future a blur of goals and fantasies Still my confidence doesn’t waiver And my security becomes a brace I’ve never been this woman It’s uncomfortable But hey this is my current space -Saschia
Daily Archives: December 24, 2019
Colored Lights
Gathered inside by the tinsled tree A masked woman vaccuums Nutcrackers tucked away for a fine year But the colored lights still twinkle As dust gathers in the air And hearts rustle Snow falls gently outside -Saschia
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