Wednesday, December 3, 2014


I roll my eyes
Type my fears
Almost feels like the end is near
My ears are tired from hearing and listening
My fingers are tired from all the typing.

I look out of the window
There she is
Carefree as the birds
Sweet as a dove
Innocent as the baby born last night

Her smile is genuine
You can see the shine in her eyes
You can see the twinkle in her smile
Her lips are pink with a touch of red
From the bite of her teeth

She sings in a tuneless tone
But it has a lot of soul
She speaks to the birds
Whispers to the bees
Whistles with the wind
All the while strolling through the field

Her hair glows in the sun
It flows down her back
Sways back and forth
As she dances to a beat that only she can hear

Her heart has not been scared
It is whole with no trace of hurt, regret or pain
I wish she could stay that way
Never cry
Never hear a lie
Never die
Live her life in that happy bubble
Surrounded by love and life

© thelma migue, 2014

A cizoepoetry collection

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