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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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growing up

for sasha

I knew this day would come When we'd face your life being done I just didn't think it'd be so soon or like this Your swooshy tail and loving paw I will surely miss My heart is breaking as I... Continue Reading →

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Birds can’t talk to Squirrels

I yell at the sky And numb away the pain There's not much difference between My cries and the birds songs Who's to say that their perky little ballads Aren't in fact screams for help? I don't speak bird And... Continue Reading →

Naive

Did we know so much then? We thought we did High on our bootstraps and other things Nothing could stop us Not even watching people die They¬†went down to the ground We went up higher Determined not to feel the... Continue Reading →

It’s Real to Me

It's real to me The value of myself The trueness of my soul The light inside me The growth of my spirit It's finally real to me What a woman's worth What she should expect What I should expect What... Continue Reading →

Limits

I have no limits except those in my own mind People may try their damnedest to put them on me Tell me what I should do with my day How I should live my life and with who But really¬†when... Continue Reading →

Finding Home

Home in your heart can travel with you anywhere It isn't defined by four walls With a lock and a key on the door Claiming it as yours Securing your valuables away Home is in your heart In your memories... Continue Reading →

Struggle of Safety

I hate you for shutting me out I love you and care about you I hate when you don't tell me what's going on I wish I could protect you from everything bad that could ever happen But that's not... Continue Reading →

What you mean in Oz

Once important people Are no longer so important Opinions that once mattered Voices once respected Have now been silenced in the mind The golden bridge that's been crossed Can't be burned from memory But won't be crossed back over That... Continue Reading →

A Daughter’s Worth

A doll house A play house Where all too real stories are acted out By children who don't realize The adults want them to censor What their little ears have heard and little eyes have seen Before relaying those seemingly... Continue Reading →

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